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 my dear, kiss me with a life,
Miracle of a prayer...
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