Bondage

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From the shackles I was born into

I dream of a breath free

The cord of old notions, surround me

With the tightening of the grip

They hold me back

Though much I tug-writhe and turn

The pressure is immense

And my body’s attempts are spurned

Confining won’t be ‘right’

But millions before me do it

With a heart clear of plight

I do identify

The destination as paradise

But the path to it is littered

With shards of glass

To walk on it

You must lose some blood

But courage it seems

Seeps faster away

The journey is interrupted

And revolution failed

Oh liberty! I see your possibility flying away.

Saumia Takru

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