I'm locked in a dungeon
of your mind
and all day
inhere I rot
my skin stinks
of your dogmatic logic
that never fades
though a million times
I scour
for your privileged mind
prejudiced
by the myths of past
deprived I live off
a glimpse of lord
you gaurd shrines
and not daughters
sisters of ours
and never you realise
the agony of my heart
my touch you loathe
my presence you abhor
and yet you conveniently
fit me into your world
also you refuse
to acknowledge
the lines of distinction
those grew deeper now
into our systems
and when
I struggle to liberate,
to seek a change
for a society
balanced on equality,
and acceptance,
for I read, I write,
comprehend my rights,
to expunge
grooves of disorder
those lurking in
I uproar, in all might
and despite
for all the times
I couldn't redraft
this cruel fate of mine
cause
I'm still lockedup in the sewer
of your mind
and trust me
there ain't any spiritual serenity
in being here..