Gunjita Chopra Poet Narrative

Evil Sheds

Poem: Evil Sheds
He was a petty
Product of clay
For them, just
Another prey,
Who got trapped
In a luring way,
Muted and tied
With threads
Of ransom or some
Dead dreads,
Spun and worked,
In evil sheds.

Return me to once
Owned pride,
That was all, his
Body cried.
Well, his creators
A lot tried.
Perhaps, the efforts 
Later earned.
But the face of race
Surely burned,
In sinful fire; mercy
Was churned!


This poem is about child abduction

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