SLAVERY

POEM

Sometimes I feel I am

being led by the

whims and fancies of

an anonymous force.

The very thought is

repulsive and revolting to me.

I always wish

my fate is being

written by none other than myself.

That very

thought is rejuvenating

and delightful to me.

Whenever one fellow feels like

he/she is being led by an

anonymous power

he/she becomes a slave

of that anonymous power.

Slavery always erode

the will power, determination and courage

 of a man/woman.

Such an erosion

chains the mankind

and they are being chained the

rest of their life.

Remaining a slave

throughout one’s life

is equal to an animal or vegetable

which doesn’t have the

thinking facility till

it breathes its last.