Captured World
Saudi Kings O Cruel Kings
Rules are rule made to rule
But over ruled
Burka war or Burka bar
What kind of tar
Captured eye
Will not see the sky?
Captured face
Should not face a gaze?
Is it a value?
Is it a game?
Mr. we are humans
Touch the vein
You dirty drain
Are you a King?
Or a manqué being We are women
Not an animal being
People in belief
Men are freaks’
Modernization in peek
But she is still so week
She thought a magic wand A reflection for a stand But where in this deserted land
Where he captured her
As a boutique in Finland
She will release her nature
She will release her pain
She will laugh here Inside a burka
With a black name
Where
His dirty fire
Needs her as a black Safire In an open fire
Yes
His dirty fire
Needs her white nude attire In a room
As my lonely fire
Yes
His dirty fire
Needs her skin to glow As he want to wow Tough to go
A sexual Ohhh
This penile fight
Will never let her fly
This penile fight
Will never leave her alone
As she is also in a belief
With a penile treat
My family is my world
Where everyone is happy In my safe hold
Even if I don't
Who cares for a Cole?
I will sleep anywhere
As I don't need the sunshine
My beauty is mine
For he as a dine
I will sleep anywhere
In any cornered room
Where he will room zoom
And boom
I am only a shining full moon
In a black deserted sky
Where my desires are eclipse
Without a star
Without a noon
In a captured world
In a captured world
Poetry is music a rhythm so read it lovely and smoothly
Hari Das