Imprisoned angels

Those small creatures hiding behind the white curtains
are scared to be crushed under the feet of old rituals.
So cold and with dying breath are trying to muffle their cry.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men are
hunting them down.
Angels, born in dark and die without any name, without any identity.
They do what they are commanded to do
but this society will never be pleased by their innocence.
Their desires are locked in small wooden box carved by
angles itself and keys are owned by men.
They never raised their voice,
they never raised their wings
and they never did anything to
get out of this fantasy.
They say ‘it is what it is’
but you never know what young blood is upto.
All the laws are for them,
all the responsibility is for them.
You can’t even hear them breathing.
Angels are locked behind the bars
but you will soon hear a battle cry,
between good and evil.
When stars and moon will be on angels side
they just needed right but now
they want more from their life.
(I wrote this poem about women right. Even in twenty-first century women aren’t given rights equal to men.
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