Thursday, May 28, 2020

How it hurts!


You don't know, How it hurts!
When I am caged in golden house. 
You don't know, How it hurts!
When I am attracted by fresh air. 
You don't know, How it hurts!
When I am invoked by new blossom. 
You don't know, How it hurts!
When I am promised with freedom, 
But fulfilled with fetters. 

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