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All River Sage Sonnets


Enchained to a stranger and handcuffed

(As every man in life does feel some time),

I felt. My every query is rebuffed

So stubborn is this stranger in his prime.

And my afflicted mind in barricades

Of ignorance does fumble and argue,

Embarks upon its silent, fruitless raids

And shadows as realities I construe.

In meek allegiance wounded it retreats

Subservient, humiliated, in dismay,

To lick its wounds but in a flash it meets

The truth and then in wonder turns to say,

”In vain I struggled, made impassioned plea,

It, all the time was I, enchained to me”.

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