Chains short poem

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“Man is born free.
He is in chains.”
Woman, is never born!
Birth is life…
She is only gifted,
with a pair of machines…
We call those machines
‘Eyes’ on a man’s face!
Unbreakable, indestructible
Chains are made with them.
‘Tears’ when in man’s Eyes!
The machines are too rusted,
But, the chains come out
with No Barriers…
Embellished with pain,
sufferings and tolerance.
Woman, is never born…
She is manufactured!
Different shape.
Different Form.
Different Colour.
Different Functions.
The machines work alike…
With chains shining bright!

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Shabnam Panot

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I just scribble down my heart out. I write about things I've thought, felt, seen, experienced, dreamt, heard and spoken. Love people who speak sensibly and honestly. Get inspired by even non-living things and try to find out some sense even in nonsense...
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Shamala Chandran

The saddest part about being born in this modern world, our lack of freedom. Well written thoughts…


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