From the metal bars, the caged Lutino saw it’s buddies soaring high in the sky. The bird was once a free species before it was named as a love bird and put behind the bars.
Little did it know that people called it as the love bird , while it hated the entire humanity now. Remembering the sad turn of events in its life, had it not waited to pick up another grain from the ground, it could be on a tree branch chirping merrily.
The Lutino couldn’t be pleased by anyone with food or a good company of people admiring it for its colourful feathers. It longed to be freed. It longed to touch the sky.