The Golden Cage


Trapped in the golden cage
The cage of unfulfilled desires
The cage of love and expectations
The cage with vast vistas,
Each door so welcoming
Yet so deceptive!

The pleasures of caged life
The gratification of cravings
Kept her tightly bound.
With clipped wings she looks around,
Distressed dove later found
That was her life!

A life of tragic torture,
A life of total surrender
In the sea of tears
Facing physical and mental anguish
Muffled voice…
Suppressed by own desires!

Longing to break free
Yet seeking little moment of glee
Conspiring to grab all
Knowing well,
The cage would never open
The golden cage was her fate.


© Balroop Singh.

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Sometimes it becomes quite difficult to save yourself from such traps, they appear to be tempting but their delusion dawns on us when it is too late. What are your thoughts about such situations? I would love to hear your views.

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19 thoughts on “The Golden Cage

  1. This was absolutely awesome, Balroop! I loved the 3rd section best…

    “A life of tragic torture,
    A life of total surrender
    In the sea of tears
    Facing physical and mental anguish
    Muffled voice…
    Suppressed by own desires!”

    Outstanding, our friend 🙂

    1. Hi Lisa,

      The first cage is always the mind, which restricts us to take any action, which frightens and gets a monster like grip on us, dissuading them to think beyond what their so called masters tell them.

      Yes, marriages too can be as oppressing as caging a bird and clipping the wings. Unless we realise…all lies in our hands.
      Thanks for your insight.

  2. HI Balroop,

    Beautifully worded indeed 🙂

    Yes, the cage could be her own thoughts, or her own fears….waiting to spread her wings and fly away…that’s just what she should do.

    Thanks for sharing. Have a nice week ahead 🙂

  3. Funny how we become our own jailor…the trappings of safety, security, desires, cravings, keep us locked up – attached to the belief that we truly need our vices to survive…nice piece Balroop!

    1. Hi Peggy,

      Welcome to my blog! Thank you for your visit.
      You are so right, thanks for interpreting this poem so well…our own beliefs are our shackles! I appreciate your insight.

  4. How nice to find a poem of yours here today. I’m convinced the world needs more poetry because it’s such a joy to read when a person gives it a go. I like the layering here. Everything, from the mind to the body to social conventions can be considered cages of various sorts.

    1. Thank you Jeri…very few people appreciate poetry. I am so pleased that you have paid attention to the layering, though it speaks in symbols! Some are still lying unexplored.
      I appreciate your insight.

  5. Nicely penned Balroop. I don’t know why but your poem really talked to me and echoed my thoughts.
    We do create our own prison most of the time. Marriage was my Golden cage, till I broke free, till I decided to unclipped my wings. We can do it. Life doesn’t have to be such a misery. We should never allow people to clip our wings.
    Have a great day dear.

    1. Thanks Marie! This poem was inspired by the life of one of my friends who could not step out of an abusive marriage, for reasons best known to her but the lure of money kept her going…the exotic holidays, which she enjoyed were enigmatic!

      I appreciated your opinion and agree with you completely! Thanks for sharing it.

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