My Angel Sisters Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

The mighty sword that looks so Invigorating
The lashes that tie me down to the soft bed.
Seven angels disguised as seven sisters
who tie me down to lashes
And keep me away from running.
My seven sisters surrounding the bed
The soft power of the sword
I need to upheld to break the soft barrier
And go march passing to senseless adventure.

To take the sword from the heart,
To break the lashes from the belt.
I don't understand what the seven sisters say,
Unable to hear, I overhear their plans
with the great planner
To keep me stagnant, fixed.
And slowly put my body to delay.
Time, time and time and disease.
My sisters and the great plan....and the waste.
Just stay where you are.....
I desperately need to runaway.