We all are alloted a death cell
Of flesh and blood and bones
To take birth in the prison
And the pleasure we need
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To be hanged defenseless the wonderful imagination of human end in poetry.
To be hanged defenseless the wonderful imagination of human end in poetry. philosophical context the poem I think.
Our body is our prison cell - - - till in the gallow of time/ to be hanged defenseless- - - Five senses our windows to the world and mind our big door through which we can take a flight - - - - , Thanks for sharing.the beautiful poem.