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 Blissful was the life,
In the diaphanous cage,
Gazed and lauded by numerous eyes,
There lived a dove in the warmth of aegis,
Befriending the barrier of brawny glass.

Irked and vexed in the solitary space,
The pheasant hummed the moaning tune,
Wings of iron hit the glass,
Wafting the dead in the fount of blood,
Lost was the never found freedom.
Written by shekharshwetha
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