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SELF BONDAGE

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Apr 2011 Contest, English Poetry

I squeal and scream
every time unto myself.
Strange, my thoughts suppress my every scoff.
Dancing is me
to an untuned music.
A restrained voice-over rhythm plays within unto which my body flies.
My bewildered state rips me apart where I stand alone to the approaching dusk or the dawn.
Am I free from the fetters of Self hostility?
I wonder my bizarre obligation to the outside me
When inside am still not completely free.

4 Comments

  1. Gion Gion says:

    Sonal,
    very impressive poem.
    The style may at first seem a little stilted but it promotes more considered reads.
    A very interesting expression of the inner conflict or disjointedness that we experience.
    The second last line – I think – I wonder (at) – would be better and correct,
    Gion

  2. Vishvnand says:

    Liked the poem immensely….
    inner pondering
    very delighting
    lovingly enlightening
    Commends
    Do thus keep up with passion for writing….

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