The birds kept on flapping
their wing against the
inner recesses of the king’s fortress
condemning him to sleepless nights.
The only option left to him was
to unlock doors of freedom to
them to breath the scent of freedom.
The birds fluttered around him for a while
as if in gratitude to the king
and spreading the fragrance of
freedom flew into the
open world where they
celebrated their hard-won treasure
singing and dancing rhythmically.
The king who was on the brink of
insanity like a tumuluous sea
gone mad with violent waves rocking its shores
at last had the taste of peace.
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