Two glistening hand cuffs adorne my arm,
Giving me a false hope of keeping away from harm.
I tug hard on the chains with a goal to make myself free,
But little did I know I will never be free.
I feel like I am possed not ready to move,
Move and make stuff happen,The stuff I want to be true.
I want to be free from the fear that keeps me away from my dreams,
I want my imagination to turn into reality
I will tug harder and harder till those stupid cuffs fall off,
Because acting on my dreams is the choice I want.
-Bhavana
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PoetryThis is just a small poetry collection by someone who is trying to decipher the world around them. It talks about- love, hate, happiness, sadness, past, present and also future. Tell me what you like, what you dislike, what you feel and many many mo...
