A Jailed Fowl! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Each night is for me, a stress and strain,  
And each day is like a tempest, please!  
Write my melancholic story in a poem or prose,
Or in haiku, but anyway write It's thought
Provoking, a harmful psycho emotional assault.
A disdain that over the years
I do sustain,  
Should I shun my holy faith? to displease
My Lord, the inventer of unseens, who knows
All things at my home.
'Talk in low tune ''my hearld there are owls'
Left to right and very racist, last nigh by hit and kics,
They have hooked me into a dire fate.
I don't like to tell you more
horrific scene,  
That would probably demoralise you,  
My guest, 'I pray may Lord save you from such a disdain.