Here I lie in a wooden cage
with all the eyes boring into me.
Some weeping over me,
Some stealing their eyes from me.
I used to be a great warrior,
People used to shiver at my sight.
Now I am shivering because of these people,
As they raise me out of their sights.
These people are shutting me down,
Dressed I am a royal gown.
Darkness in me,darkness all around me,
My lone friend with whom I shall live.
My brave deed,My glorious victory,
Did I performed those for my history.
Now I lie here decaying,
waiting to be judged for my sayings.
Then, what is the difference between me and a slave?
Did'nt we both share our destiny in same phase?
Oh! creator what have you done to me?
What is now left in me to see?