The glasses,
Connecting you to your head
The suit,
Clipping you to your body
The hand bag,
Attaching you to your office
And the bed,
Binding you to your birth (certificate)
You detest...
Beside the window
You tremble
As the wind sings
The eyes,
turned red
The cheeks
Yellow,
The lips
Vivid
The flag of a country,
Your face is
Having forgotten
Its
National anthem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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