Black And Blue Poem by Aqib Javid Bhat

Why so in love with power?
Why are you harsh with me?
See the bruised birds in cage,
Murmuring, "Don't slap, don't slap...! "
Blocking the ways that lead to cage,
Strengthening the threads of iron,
All of this, in vain.
You've delusions of grandeur,
You can't block the ways of light.
The love is in the air,
You can't stop its way.
I'll make the birds escape.
I'll make you eat, a humble pie.
My hope will shiver down your spine,
In the nick of time,
The wounded aves will burn up the road,
And shoot you like a bat out of hell.
And I will call it a day.