An iron vehicle crushed me down
And now I am all iron
My legs are stuffed with it
And iron cloak is hung on back too
I sit on iron chair
And I have replaced my bed too
Wooden one with the iron one
Inside the veins, run iron
Outside I have is,
All Iron.
So I call myself Iron Lady!
But do you know?
All my people are worried
That someday,
I may iron up all the emotions
that nurture my soul
And help me in drawing breath
So after every other day
They walk up to my room
To spend some time with me
Not making me become
A victim of an isolation
But do you know?
They are consuming my freedom
My wheelchair isn't my crutch,
But they are becoming the one!
I am a rebel
Who inhale freedom
Which people consume,
By their presence.
So I tend to enjoy their absence.
I crawl up to the door
And look Through the gauze
My sky,
Where stars are embedded
And shine for me
And to feel the sun warmth
That help the blood flow in veins
And prevent it from turning into cold
Coz cold blood is death
And I see the rain
Pouring down the sky
Complementing the drops
That roll down my cheeks.
But I don't go out!
Out of this door,
Coz this door is succeeded by a wall,
And few steps between door and wall is my empire
If I go out, reach up to wall,
Where would I go further
I will be bound
So I stay closest to the door
Peeking through the pores
And amusing myself
That I have an empire
Full of freedom
How insane I am
Encaged
Yet inhaling
Dying breathes of freedom!
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