Burning winter in the mist, though you long to fly, you'll limp and twist. Tell me, how restless would you be if someone locked away the heart's key!?
If I mistake jewelry for sari, sari for jewelry, I die when you're near, can't bear you far from me!
Words swallowed in every exchange, wings spread wide though caged in chains!
If courage is truly theirs to claim, then ask them this— why call out from behind in shame?