I have legs to run
I have hands to work,
Heart that beats fast
Mind that makes plan;
But few bad bodies
Create hurdles for me,
Bind my boundaries
With self-made rules.
Deep there in dark
I write what i feel,
It has wings of poetry
Floating on air of words;
It makes them angry
But they seem helpless,
They try to kill me
And succeed in that;
As my words survives
Just like my soul,
And the hatred dies
Just like my body.