If I Were Grilled Poem by dipak adhya

If I were grilled

You may defeat me with your power
There gruesome malice lives
With your intention -fierce

You may shut me in doors
The guards may not give me drink
But their heart will know
And stoop for sympathy

I'm forced to be grilled
They are forced to keep me
And as long as you'll keep me inside
My words will ring to their heart
Never an oppressor
Will listen to it

But its sonorous sound
Will awake everyone
And then
I see myself
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
With my words and deeds