My sweet one!
I could come to you
But felt my limbs
Paralyzed and glued
To the web of norms
Set by others for lovers
My sweet one!
I could follow you go
But felt my feet
Thrust deep into sand
Of the harsh reasons
Given by others for lovers
My sweet one!
I could hold your hand
But felt my arms
Chained behind me
By the painful accords
You had learnt from others
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