The songbird

The bird begins to call
The urgency in every note
entering me through the closed windows
through the key holes of locked doors
taking me away from the present chaos
fading my protests into silence
forcing me to run out and see
if the gate has somehow opened
I leave the shelves undusted
forget about the bubbling broth in the pan
Pushing obstacles out of my way
pulling off the noose round my neck
that claims to make decorum stay
freeing myself from every snare
that causes the least delay
I run and run as a frenzy takes hold
when out I pant and catch my breath
the gate is still locked
and I hear the bird
now sing from within my heart.

©Reena Prasad
Published in ‘I am a poet’ Xpresspublications (2013)