Today the mind is imprisoned in golden cage of the world
It would fly, it would float
It who used to fly would float in the open air of freedom.
It used to go back and forth from forest to forest.
It used to fly over the lotus forest.
It could have floated into the unknown.
Today, poor and imprisoned.
All lost and empty
Looking at the sky.
How many ways in its mind
It lost all hopes
Learned the language of the world.
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