Jaya Pillai
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Trapped are our spirits,
That yearn to wander
Down alleys that lead
To eternal joy –
Like animals groveling
Within cages
That are not even theirs.
Masters set the time
And the race begins,
To end
When the whistle blows.
Trapped are we,
As we live other lives
And slowly die within.
Funerals are held everyday.
Do you hear the silent cry ?
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Such a profound poem, ma’am. 💚💚💚
Beautiful poem
What a profound verse💚💚
Such a sad saga
Profound!!
The poor animals. Well penned.
Thank you 💚
So profound
These thoughts always flooded my mind correlate it with human life