My wings are strong and so I am, <br />The beak is sharp and so my wisdom. <br />I've light in beady eyes and soul. <br />Though the stare of your eyes- <br />will never pierce in my body as bullets. <br />And curse of your words- <br />will never stab in my soul as arrows. <br />I can see the lust of your tongue <br />For the taste of my meat. <br />But nothing will tremble me. <br />''You can make arrows for me, <br />To cage me in your freedom''. <br />But sronger are my wings and my life <br />I can soar in the sky <br />But can you ever? <br />Lo' ''You are still the lame in the lane''.<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lame-in-the-lane/
