Enslaved Love



 An Aroma came to my nostrils

Wandered around to find that smell 

Until,

I found a wavy hair 

Moon is breaking through that hair

It was an Ordinary face.

I was restricted 

Tyrant restrained my hands

Though I have no interest -

Sustain My breath,

Her face oscillated for somedays

I think I have something to say 

But I couldn't articulate a spell

My verse become stillborn

My words tyrannizing me

I tantalized my life

Though it is a paradox...

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Anonymous said…
good poem

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