Shackle Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Shackle
A pure gold ornament weigh in carats.
But I am scared to wear as the phobia
which rings always specially in nights
whether they kill me or rob
and hide me somewhere.
Though it's gold not very imperative
and a heavy garment for the journey.
Praise for your golden poem.As the song writer says, 'The best things in life are free'.. Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 12:53:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice write; this poem underscores the notion, 'Do you own your possesions or do they own you? '.