Creature In Shackles

The poem is about a girl who was extraordinary and wanted to be different from others. But she was pulled down by people who wanted her to follow the usual norms .

                     I fluttered my eyes open

As my face was shimmered upon

By morning sunlight

Peeking through the canopy of trees

Trying to enliven any spirit

That was still left alive in me

Afraid of light I closed my eyes

Trying to hide away in the depths

Of my dark sorrow and my ocean of shame

The stare of the mystic eyes of every passersby

And the gaze of the world

Judging me constantly by looking

At the dripping blood of my shorn off wings

I looked around only to find stark greenery present

Without a hint of any being

Who held any power in his arms

To harm me or to make me run away

And hide myself in a dark corner

Where I alone would my judge,

Just by his dark gaze.

For now I felt like helpless bird

Whose alive spirit was killed

And her bright sparkle stolen.

Her enliven enthusiasm murdered

By heartless beasts who

For their selfish aims had

Made her something she wasn’t.

She was once a creature whose weightless freedom

And enthralling charm could

Brighten up the darkest of days

But now with the hypocrisy of the world

Which called itself kind and noble?

She was forced into an abysmal pit

Where she was bound.

Because the whole mighty realm

Of great dignities full of wisdom

And with a past full of triumph and glories

Could not accept the fact that

There was a girl who was different

And was happy in being so

Because it was what she was

And it was what she had chosen

To be above the ordinary

Only to get her limbs tied

With the ropes of intolerance and criticism

And to be caged forever.

 

 

Reviews

[Rahul]

That's pretty deep & heartfelt reading, quite honestly. Seems, there's so much you had to speak since long which have you nicely captured into these words. Worth reading post it is - full of quality of words & thoughts as well.

Looking forward to reading your work!

[VP]

Thank You so much. It means a lot to me. I am really grateful!
I would love to read some of your work someday!

[Rahul]

pleasure -
sure, would be great to see you stop by sometime.

[Bear]

Critique: (For my hallow wasn’t bright enough) for my halo
(The stare of the mystic eyes of every passersby) The stare's of-----every passerby

Review: A very powerful and moving work of literature, individuality breaks the acceptable boundaries set by the authorities and your freedom is the cost for being who you are. Bravo! The depth and scope of your poem will have me thinking about it for days and I love when something makes me think :~) Five out of five Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!