My mind ceases;
My heart stops,
My soul leaves,
Like withered leaves,
Blown away, strewn,
Across grasses, trees, boughs,
Gardens, flowers, meadows,
Streams, rivers and seas………
Like tattered flying masses,
Unable to breath-breathless,
Oh, my dear, I am hurled,
Into long sad years,
And those happy days,
Were enslaved by reckless furies,
Only heedless and listless to my worries,
No ties of flesh and blood between us,
No ties of heart and soul between us,
Only a load of grief and sorrow I shoulder,
Oh, my dear, you are becoming a despotic power,
Out to strangle me off the air,
Oh, my dear, would you please set me free,
So that I could lead a life free and fair…..
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A powerful and poignant write. A vivid portrayal of utter desperation from despotic environment. The two closure lines convey our utmost desire to be freed from load of sorrows. Beautifully crafted and well executed. Superb imagery as always.