What secludes you darling swan?

While your mates bask in the sun

Converse, and make their plume sheen

Say , what makes you drift alone?

Does distress haunt you within?

The days of freedom you’ve lost,

Recalls of the love you’ve lost

The days you soared in the past

The way they trapped you in haste

Which of these leave you aghast?

Beings come and go leaving dreams

Lo! Unfulfilled, and it seems

They may, or may not have plumes.

If you too have lost your beams

Don’t fret; you have with you, teams.