Shackles
These shackles are related to me for a long time
They sat on my limbs like precious ornaments for years
When ferocious loneliness in the prison would spread
On my mind like a desert, the jingles of the shackles proved
The world’s sweetest music to me
Now I am all free
Yet a sense of bondage lingers within me
Every day in the morning I sit in the cushy Sofa
And caress those symbols of slavery for no reason
My son asks me, ‘Papa,
Why do you play with the shackles?’
Now how can I convince him that
The shackles have entered my nature?
Copyright © Prof Madhav Sarkunde | Year Posted 2015
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