The Slave

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You have no room of your own
For the solitude,You said
Wherein we could seat quietly for long.

I killed my guard with utmost care.

The vibrant universe surrounding you all along
You see, I'm awfully suffocated, you said.
I covered the door, window, every hole and vacuums
Cementingbricks one after another.

Just open the door O Slave
You called me from outside

I could not hear your voice
Inside the world-out indigent room
Being made

Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: slavery
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The vibrant universe surrounding you all along
You see, I'm awfully suffocated, you said.
I covered the door, window, every hole and vacuums
Cementingbricks one after another
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 06 March 2018

I could not hear your voice Inside the world-out indigent room Being made...... a fine description of the feeling of a slave........... cementing bricks one after another. thank u dear poet. tony

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