A child wailed as a couple embraced
For he knew the freedom he had
In confinement was forever lost.
As the couple embraced, the child wailed
For he was now in chains…
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At birth, he lost his identity.
At birth, he lost his freedom.
At birth, he was chained.
A label was stamped on him.
A religion imposed on him.
An ideal thrust upon him.
Lost was his identity…
Violated was the Canvas,
And his Vision blurred.
To the school, he went –
To get educated, to be liberated…
Alas, the chain was elongated “-Teachers-Books-Friends-“
Trapped in, and by birth,
Brought up under the elusive illusion of chains,
Freedom, he thought, was a heaven send.
Half his life he was on a journey,
On a journey to break the chains…
Hydra-esque it elongated and strengthened.
In trying to escape, deeper he went,
Deeper into Daedalus’s design
And like the Minotaur, he was forever trapped.
A puppet unaware of the strings,
Clockwork-like, he, a wind-up-bird
Puppeted into oblivion.
Shackled by chains, controlled by the unseen strings,
As he, one day, embraced his clockwork happiness,
Another child wailed. Doomed to become a Sheep.