Thought Web Poem by Aftab Alam

Thought Web

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Whenever I felt my freedom-I became a slave,
My thought binds me puts me in unknown cave,
Deep darken cave with no way out-complete trap,
My thought again awakes me with new, with clap,
Iteration, wheeling, circling, boring me to dead,
Not often, but always I suffered, always I bled

Saturday, December 20, 2014
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Susan Williams 23 December 2020

Whenever I felt my freedom-I became a slave, My thought binds me puts me in unknown cave,

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Rajesh Thankappan 24 December 2014

Some thoughts are certainly painful and mediating upon that impartially leads to mental calm. Nice writing.

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Rajesh Thankappan 24 December 2014

Some thoughts are certainly painful and meditating upon that impartially is the way for mental calm. Nice writing.

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Dr Pintu Mahakul 23 December 2014

Freedom should always shine through. Very nice message transferred through this poem really. Nice one.

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