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Restraint

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta


the air of captivity feels more like oxygen,

as if it were my greatest need-

more than the air I felt then,

the one free from all.


the cage remains my good old pal,

the idea of flying becomes

more like my foe.


albeit I wish to be freed,

I must remain devoted;

forasmuch, I choose this.


By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta


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