Saturday, September 5, 2009

Trapped

Hands,
Holding her soul
While she sits bound in invisible shackles.
Akin to a caged bird,
She cries for freedom
But no one can hear her.
The darkened abyss of the world around her.

The hands hold her captive,
As they protect her.
They're her only home,
The only place she knows she can go to.
She's trapped.

Her soul cries for freedom.
Her despair so clear cut.
She wishes for something she doesn't know about,
Something she never had a chance to see.

Hands,
Holding her soul,
Protecting her
Holding her captive.

Trapped.

4 comments:

Unknown said...

Nice poem ! Keep it up Tejsvi !

Sadiksha said...

thankyou

दूर्जेय चेतना said...

excellent poem, keep it up Tejasvi

Unknown said...

It's time to write something new dear .