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The Bondage

The Bondage

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Don't know, When death knocked my life's door,


But now I glide with the salt wind 

Having no form at all 

Still

Settled on rocks,

 

I plucked a few like me, 

From 

The blue memory lane of my past.


I call out one by one out of them


My favorites names appeared in a chronological order


They know well that I can never forget them 

As we were the flowers of one orchid,


Hands emerge in vast to pluck all of us 

Like twigs, we all lost in bubbles,


Leaving behind an ocean bloodied bodies

A little ever than before 

Never  

To be repeated once again.

As it's nothing then 

The bondage of the mortal world.


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