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Bent Cage.


by Shan Shaikh


The rusted bars were bent for six memorable hours

The beauty flew out, fast as she could

To accompany city beasts with enthralling smiles anchored end to end

 

After hefty storytelling of an Indian and Whiteman,

The night fell victim to the sharp, cold weather and childish flirting

 

Returning to the nicotine cage, the beauty tiptoed into flames

Her demise rose high, as to combat and instill fear into the city beasts

Smile anchored upside-down

No more jokes, you've made your point

 

The beauty sat stiff, face as red as her nails

To absorb and review, the only thing left to do

But she triumphed inside, because she bit her tongue

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