Dilemma

Your extended hands touched me,
But take no offence on me,
I couldn't touch those on a spree.
Though my hands were free,
My feet were chained with a tree.
You were warm but I was not,
As my thoughts were distraught
With moral questions they were fraught.


Dhaka
13 June 2015
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by Khairul Ahsan

Comments (2)

Though my hands were free, My feet were chained with a tree...nice.
My feet were chained with a tree! Nice work.