Imprisoned angels

Sara ahmad
Aug 31, 2018 · 2 min read

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.

Thanks for reading my poem, don’t forget to clap.)

Sara ahmad
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