Tight Are The Clutches

Our cries are a whimper only the winds can hear it
Like our toils unrewarded and our souls unsoothed
We the children of god as they may appease
Still tight are our clutches and our lives choked
Our minds raced the pasts our glory intact
When the thoughts pristine and hearts uncorrupt
Divide and rule so we rule says Manu
So here we are the dusts of underworld
None to honor and none to treat same
Our times stood still and our cries muted

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Saurin Desai

very interesting read, is it part of a bigger piece that you are perhaps working on?


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