I shall sing again

You took my guitar,
And broke it into pieces,
But that could not deter,
me from collecting the strings and the broken pieces.

You took away my voice,
And tortured me with whips and clubs,
You said I make unnecessary noise,
You roughed me up with kicks and slaps.

You threatened me to maintain silence,
That anything I say shall be used against me in the court of law,
But I have grown to know resilience,
I shall not let my voice lay low.

You chased me from the streets,
You burnt my poetry book,
But I had already planted my seeds,
They will grow and another poem I shall cook.

You called me a name,
And wondered of what use is a poet,
But things will never be the same,
Because people have started appreciating my sonnet.

With power of words I shall grow a wing,
I shall glitter,
And again you shall watch me sing,
With a new guitar.

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