Father's Ego , Daughter's Words

By Tavisha

He gets up from his same old chair 

Shouts at her "you are such a shame"

Burns her poems into the flames of  his ego and rage  

He smiles as if the smoke he inhales intoxicates 

Smoke that makes her go blind but  she doesn't lower her gaze 

He frights 

seeing his pride failing in her eyes 

"Aren't you scared of me "? He cries 

Scratching the wounds of hate designated as love he inscribes 

The poet still shouts her words with conceit 

Her every words looks like sword that trashes his reputation and fame 

So he locks her with puppets happy to be in this ages long rat race

In hope that her eyes will no longer search for escape 

finally like others she'll write her death in this league of slaves

But would she let her muse starve in grave or blaze herself with hopes to trace the way back to her stage  again ..

By Tavisha