Shackles of Time

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Out of the blues, into the trench
Away from dry towards the drench

Different form from free minded
Out of the sight from narrow sighted

Into the shackles of time
Feelings collect rime

The dust of clock is removed by thee
The hands and fingers are again set free

Somehow somewhere comes revelation
Irrespective of caste creed or nation

Grows out of feelings not misery neither pain
For anything but the lame gain

Such is the thy blessing omnipotent
It reaches to all who are patient

Wondering sits here yet another being
From those shackles who keeps fleeing
Because a day shall be written by you
Every coward will be brave and old will be new

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