Captives on the Earth
	
	Imprisoned in this rotating zoo
	we stare at the stars that guard
	us every night. Then comes
	the rain showering its iron bars
	that build an invisible barricade,
	yet we think we are free!

	Like a roaring lion we rise
	everywhere to demand our rights , we
	gather support like the howling
	Gray wolf, yet when our master
	tortures us with pain, like a
	giggling hyena we surrender.

	We fall flat like a snake, our
	croaking mellowed to mere hissing.
	Like a monkey with a mirror we
	gaze at our image and wonder who we are.
	We cannot see our elephantine ego
	Being fed to the mice.

Married to a scientist, Sargam Garg uses lyric to balance the logic. An English literature major by education and a dreamer by temperament she finds fulfillment in writing poetry.