What a pity!
Their dreams are shackled,
By chains of fear.
The dread of the unconquered;
Leading into the construction,
Of steely towers of resolute;
To keep away all,
That might lead to their fall.
Trapping their souls,
While their bodies roam free.
Imprisoned by themselves,
With all their agony.
What an irony!
The only thing to be kept away,
Is the thing which remains within.

arundhati sinha

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