Why Caged Bird Wails More

A golden cage around a winged bird,
Rage mounts, just to frizzle like sand.
It looks about for a bird`s eye view,
Sees nothing, just the same old hue!
Croons he once to gather his ilk
Calls he twice for his lover`s peck.
Wails he then in total tantrum,
For trapped is he in total bedlam.
Valleys run deep and mountains high,
Smiling flowers and shimmering sky,
Remains a dream to the berserk bird
Suffers in silence, unseen by world!
The spreading wings flutter in cage,
Struts he about in stifled rage.
This closeted feel is alien to a bird,
He wails often his grudges to God!
Shackle ne'er these flying creatures,
For, soaring high is their God given feature!