A roar of a tigress , a cry of an ailing bird . . .
I was a tigress then ,
I made my own way .
I jumped onto you ,
And , scratched you to death .
Was that a mistake or your destiny ?
For you returned alive , even worse .
I feel caged now ,
My wings of freedom have begun to wither .
I was sorry before , but not anymore ,
You were alive then but now , dead forever .
My claws that were strong once ,
Are weaker like nails .
My mind that was fearless at that peak ,
Is wanting peace that a bird deserves .
Forgive me for my sins ,
Be not a sinner , in return .
Leave me alone at my den ,
Free me from this cage you made .
I am a lone survivor ,
Not a bird that you [want to] buy her .
Bharath R Rao Artworks 