Those that were enslaved
Could not bear the liberty of the free
And hence did hatch a plot they sold
To tame the wild in a torturous mould.
The forces of fate,
Had their plans all drawn
With details and designs and more,
For dousing the flame of fortune yore.
Indeed a fortune it was
For those that were free,
Unrestricted and unchained,
That dreamt of a world unpained.
But, the lure of a life that
Had they not known before,
Brought 'em in into the turbulent fold,
Betraying the foretold wisdom old.
-- nayan
Tue, 30 July 2024
3:45 pm, Patna
