Have you seen a fallen angel?
A divine soul and celestial figure,
All muddled in this material world,
Inked and poisoned by the supremacy,
Demeaned and disgraced by sovereignty.
With utmost power and tyranny.
They rip her wings off forcibly,
Blackens them with disregard and insolence.
Those cold blooded reptiles,
Creeps on her body, snaps with their fangs
Everywhere, with dreadful avarice.
They keep her in a birdcage,
With gold bars and shackles.
But, the spirit in her never dies,
The body gets hurt but not the soul,
Shackled angel, mortal yet ceaseless.
Shackled angel, fettered yet alive.