Rubber Band Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Go on stretching yourself,
go on stressing yourself,
tie me in the knots of hates,
make marks of your hate on my sensitive skin.
I shall remain peaceful in my strains.
I have nails for all the stings you give,
I shall go on scratching the itches.
I know this scratching ends in a pain.
I have courage to live in the bounds of all your knots,
may be economical, political or psychological.
And I am confident before my scratching injures my skin,
you will exceed your elastic limit
billions of your own molecules will break you,
and all the knots will open one by one.
On that day I shall stripe and expose my skin
to the winds of the soothing love that will blow
to relieve me from the pains of scratching.