Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Young and old,
Brave and bold,
Thugs and damsels,
Kings and beggars.
Flock to me close,
To baffle at my cage-looks.
It remains their wonder-rose,
The day I was born since.
Bewildered by the bars,
Bemused by the chains.
The cage became the town’s talk,
Turning reason, sanity into a joke.
How do they not see what I see,
How do they not feel what I feel,
I am full of flying colors,
Beauty blooms in my feathers.
I am the soul,
Imprisoned in the body-cage.
I am forever young as a doll,
Untouched by the scarring age.
Feb 25 2026