Crystal Nightingale Poem by Afraaz Mulji

Her feathers inordinatly exquiste,
Her voice perfectly pitched,
Yet she dare not fly....

For fear she might break,
And oh how her master might quake,

Baked into the fabric of her being,
The desire to shatter the glass,
And take flight, show her might,
But oh what of her plight...

Ignite the flame of adventures so gay,
Far away lands so many to explore,
In the gardens of the sheik, and the one who knows.....