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I was once free

To move around

I roamed in the city

Progressed in leaps and bounds.

Then he came along

Attacked and conquered 

I was shackled

 Bound by commands

That I must obey

Captive in quarantine 

Masked else I may die

But we are now together 

Though we don’t hold hands

I am now bound in love

Affection and care.

The determination to fight

To break free from shackles

Is bound to take me

Out of captivity 

There will be again connectivity

 I will roam again

 In the city


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Written by Pradnya Surve

A child counsellor and teacher, enjoyed every moment of motherhood
My Masters degree in Child Development and Family Relations is a value addition to a basic affinity towards people

Reading and writing is passion inherited from my family who were voracious readers, lovers of art and theatre

I am fortunate to nurture my interests having a life partner with similar interests. My children too are taking forward the legacy

Proud to be associated with Artoonsinn which is family for me

PP Pioneer


Broken Heart