Fixations
Frozen like ice,
the idea had stuck,
some of them do,
and take their toll,
they call them fixations,
they are the constraints,
mostly built,
though constraints are rarely built,
but these ones you do,
and like an obedient boy,
put down arms,
whenever they are around,
whatever might be the gain,
or irrepairable harm.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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