Enslaved

No one shall slave you,
Absolutely none;
But you and your submission alone.
You shall never be diseased,
The germs shall die infecting you at all,
But your submission alone.
The tears shall dry in their shell,
And never would a drop disobey thy,
Unless you bow more and never try.
Stand for your share and keep your head high,
And none shall enslave you,
No matter how They try.

Thanks & Regards,

Vinod Jadhav,
Mob- +91 7709963544
reach me at:
facebook.com/vinodjadhav.poet
Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com

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