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A Caged Mynah
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines]
They have already,
Made the caged mynah utter clearly,
Certain human words and names,
Each in fact is playing games.
The mynah looks at the infinite sky,
And endeavours hard to fly,
Alas! The bars are strong to get rid of,
For its beak to destroy, to soar above.
Almost every day and every night,
The mynah dreams of that desired flight!
