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Mar 2014
Iron rods that a prisoner clings on to
Metal,as his only link to reality
Bars that once forced him into the pits of confinement
are now his only promise of hope
Through each gap between the bars
He once again breathes;a free man
His calloused fingers run on the cold metal
and what once was his life flashes before his eyes
He shuts them close
He trembles back to the darkness of his cell
Those metal bars taunt him through out the night
Shalini Ray
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Shalini Ray
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