Caged like an animal
Stuffed as in soft toys
Filled upto the brim
Ready to spill
The logics of tradition and religion
Without caring a two hoot
I keep them aside
All these veiled revolutions
Inside my heart
Gushes n flow only
When it's dark, secretive and seductive
Wrapped up in unknown.
And when its dawn
I am into my routine
Of do as you are told.
But a burden of guilt
Remains
Till the shadows fall again
And makes me forget
Once more that I am a
Porcelain intended
To be showcased
A thing to flaunt.
An example to be set
A mark to be gained
And a way to fulfill
Unfulfilled dreams
I wait for the time
Steadily
When I will be
The master of my ownself.
azmat naushad asif
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