Caged birds do fly,

sinful hearts do cry;

for nothing is absolute,

however hard one may try;

walking down the silent lanes,

overwhelmed by the lovely rains;

relinquishing the hold was a compulsive urge,

with the floods of affection taking a surge;

The roads tangled,

and the hearts mingled;

the moment was still,

with an intoxicating thrill;

Some feelings can't be shrouded,

which make your world clouded;

It was a dream,

she opened her eyes;

there was no rain,

only clear blue skies;

She possessed no wings,

it was just those magnetic swings;

The destiny was forever same,

meeting of poles,

eternally restrained.