In the wild I grew,

Bursting with the sun,

Dancing to the rain gods,

Rushing with wind ,

Laughing with the breeze.

Oh ! What a lovely life.

In a pot I am now stuck.

Peering for the sun.

Crying for water.

Cocking to hear the wind and the breeze.

I am not me, master between the grills and behind the steel structures.

Do you realize? I am not me.

Do you realize? Are you yourself? Are you?