Instead of the freedom to be happy.
This is exactly what the poem Dui Pakhi (Two Birds) by Rabrindranath Tagore is about: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dui-pakhi-two-birds-translation-from-rabindranath-tagore/
And a little more as well
it’s so beautiful, thank you for sharing it.
but i don’t see it related to the post at all… OP’s post feels like serfdom apology? it’s super weird honestly. It’s not freedom if it’s not a choice.
My reading of Tagore’s poem is like: different choices and conditions develop two different worldviews, two solitudes that they could not “explain to each other”. But they still loved each other. And - in my reading - the bird in the cage in the end doesn’t have “the strength to soar”. I feel there is some social commentary behind, probably about colonialism and some “comfort”. But I really don’t know.
Thank you again for sharing. Long ago I read Charulata, and it was so powerful and beautiful. I should definitely read more by Tagore.
Stupid hawk probably doesn’t even get scrtiches.
I really want a birb, but I can barely take care of my cat (or myself), and I have a cat (indoor only except occasional supervised backyard time) so he might hurt the birb.
at least the author isn’t keeping their bird in a small cage all the time
