A Shrunken World

Disclaimer: An extremely boring poem :D

As you and me laze around,

And my pen finds an inspiration,

Lets take you to the world,

Of a bird flying high in Utopia,

And a sailor traveling lands across the seas.

The bird was known as the Warmer,

It warmed the hearts of all,

Young and old, rich and poor,

With the beautiful twittering, unique to her alone!

People use to love her and give her grains aplenty,

Warmer was more than happy, with the way her life was running.

Now one fine day, the date slipped off my mind,

Comes a sailor from far away lands,

He was known as Oliver ‘Twist’.

Oliver was impressed by what he had heard of Warmer,

He called her out and told her thus,

“Hey Warmer! I am really impressed by you,

But why do you stay only in this land?

Come with me, I will take you places!

All these people here give you food coz you twitter so well,

The day you stop, they shall stop,

But I promise to always look after you,

And keep you ‘close and secure’.”

Warmer was impressed and charmed,

She lost her mind, hopped onto his hand and they set sail.

Warmer use to twitter throughout the ship’s deck,

Meet all the sailors,

But eventually come back to Oliver,

And twitter a special twitter for him.

Then there came storms,

He placed her in a cage,

He put water and food inside,

And faced the storm outside.

Warmer felt happy at the concern he showed,

And promised him from within,

That she’ll never leave him.

When the storms died, Oliver didn’t open the cage,

He wanted to keep her safe, from the other sailors on his ship.

Warmer again felt happy at first, by his care and affection,

He carefully picked up food, the best ones and gave it to her,

But with time, she started to feel miserable.

Her twittering started to die,

Her throat became hoarse,

She became croaky,

She told in vain to Oliver that Damn It! She wanted to fly!!

“But why do you wish to fly?

You got food, water shelter, security.

What else do you need?”

“Freedom”, said Warmer.

Oliver became furious and started yelling at her,

For being so ungrateful, after all his care.

Warmer lost her charm,

Oliver became ‘twisted’,

There was no more twittering around,

And Oliver turned frustrated.

Warmer was happy in Utopia,

She didn’t need to leave,

In quest of seeing different worlds,

She shrank her own world it seemed.

Oliver was a sailor,

He had seen many lands,

But the problem here was,

He just saw, never observed.

That’s all I remember in the story,

A story which I so very well remember,

It happened many, many years ago,

Although the year doesn’t matter.

EPILOGUE

She’s got a straw with which she can open the latch,

But she isn’t opening it,

Is she afraid of freedom?

Or does she want him to open it for her?

Or she is waiting for another sailor?

P.S. This was written to help a girl out of her misery in early 2008. She didn't use the straw.