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Mystic cage

Do Cages Always Bring Misfortune?


Once upon a time in a remote local town

there lived a man with gross freedom.

He lived like a lion in a jungle motley crowd;

rising from a golden bed

foot resting on a gilded floor,

headed from a scented sauna,

living for a paltry dream.


Hoi polloi claims of poverty,

and a man like a sloth in indolence-

bearing besom in apron,

moving for his daily bread.

Dream for skies kept him thirst;

crave for rest, lead him inert;

Greed for opulence locked him caged;

Clouds of darkness got him wealth.


Cage so formed in avarice,

Compound as an enigma,

fasten him in ignorance

alas crawls him unnoticed.



*1 motley - colourful/ in the context, a crowd has many kinds of people  *2 gilded - gold plated  *3 scented - water with the sweet fragrance
*4 sauna- shower/bath  *5 paltry - small/minor  *6 hoi polloi - common people/mob/ people nearby
*7 indolence- laziness  *8 besom - broom  *9 inert - laziness
*10 opulence- luxury  *11 avarice- greed
#1 Stanza 1 -Introduces a man wealthy and rich.living with a small dream. (As we get richer, our dreams populate into bigger ones; but after a point of saturation we'll feel our newer dreams to be comparatively smaller than the initial ones)
#2 Stanza 2 - People or the common crowd which is already poor claims of this man to be a poor sweeper in the past.
#3 Stanza 3 and 4 - His greed for luxury lead him caged to limited material comforts.
In brief: Great dreams uplifts a man. Laziness distracts him. Greed cages him.


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"Meanings of certain uncommon words and phrases used in the poem lines are mentioned at the end of each post, kindly check and read the poem once more as required"


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