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“Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls…

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert  sand of dead habit…”

– Rabindranath Tagore


She peered out of her ivory tower, the fledgling;

The blue skies, the boundless verdant, the willowy mountains.

How she couldn’t wait to fly away into the open skies, sans frontières!

Fly she did

 Only to find

In cages were birds of the same feather

In cages were birds that sang the same tune

In cages were birds feeding on worms

And those feeding on grains

Each holding on tightly to the doors

None willing to open their own

 To let in the others

And fly out together to form a world

Full of diverse hues and beautiful tunes

How she yearned to return

To her ivory tower!

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