Best Fetters Poems

Dear son,
              I am told I should tell you things not in books
              It is hard for me to...

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So dear son,
                  A man on crutches is a broken man
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My dear son,
                    It is morning, this is our new beginning of conversation
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Dear son,
              I have no prologue, nor epilogue, only dialogue
              That began when God's mirror was only man
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Dearest son,
                      This was the time I held your hand
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Dear son,
              Thanks for being patient with me
              Though I feel that I am ignored
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Dear son                        
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Football becomes the talk of the town                
In every nook and corner, World Cup is known
Everyone expects the dawn of that day        ...

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Unseen fetters bind as chains,
Yoking man to his sin.
Sweat and pain is his legacy,
As were father's before.
From outrage, His cry echoes for justice,
Drowning out Mercy's faint whisper..
There is no hope,
Without realizing that forgiveness is the lock,
And God's grace is the key....

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Here we go again,
dancing in the rain,
feeling rapture rise,
in childlike surprise.

The last time around,
we were in fears drowned
but now we have seen,
soul’s luminous sheen.

In mind-body urn,
earth’s a school to learn,
somewhat like a dream,
where latent thoughts stream.

Now that we know this,
we’ve invoked God’s bliss
and are now...

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Orpheus
by Michael R. Burch
 
after William Blake

I.
Many a sun
and many a moon
I walked the earth
and whistled a tune.
 
I did not whistle
as I worked:
the whistle was my work.
I shirked
 
nothing I saw
and made a rhyme
to children at play
and hard time.
 
II.
Among the prisoners
I saw
the leaden...

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IMPRISONED 
Radhika Sanoj
The cloudy apprehensions snarl at us,
The prisoners of a diseased planet..
We are no different nation..
We are alike 
White, black, brown..,
All terribly and virtuously alike.
We together creep in fetters,
Leaving Springs behind..

Once we read , "can spring be far....."
Now winter's teeths whiten 
Our fragile bones..
Oh...

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