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Aug 2015
Shaped by my tongue,
controlled by my mind;
They were my captives,
limbless and blind.


But one by one my tongue
they all escaped;
Took huge and varied
forms while I gaped.


They stood firmly,
demeanor bold and brave.
Now they were the masters
and I was the slave.

MdAsadullah
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MdAsadullah  India
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