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Hear the clinking of chains, a soft sound
resonating deeply from the stinky pages
of history. The splattered blood of men,
dried up like bookmarks, but when I
smell it, the history flashes before my eyes,
the cries of vulnerable accentuate,
and becomes the music
of violence.
Hear the clinking of chains. Chains.


Hear the victory bugle of men,
so loud and crass, celebrations and
spirits of joy dancing in circles,
around a circle, of chains,
tied to the feet of those, we,
never talk about, the silent corpses,
all covered in Burqas and Ghungats,
and anklets and jewels,
some even decorated like goddesses on sale,
and some traded like slaves,
hear the clinking of their chains.


They spoke in silence, amidst violence,
breathing calmly under the shadow
of suns and moons, and stars
wishing and dreaming and often dancing,
in lonely corridors and in warm pyres,
which turned them into ashes, and
carries them through history, a history
of chains.


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A/N

Hello Friends, this time I tried to write a mature poem, and slightly different from what you have read previously. 

So, was it good? I doubt though, be my guest, and tell me if it was ok-ok, badly written or quite good?

Also, rate it out of ten.

Interpretation

Although, I Believe that readers have all the rights to interpret fiction and prose in the way they want, here is just a small afterthought about the poem, Chains.

Chains, here represent the centuries-long oppression of women and dark truth of patriarchy, and its presence (clinkings) can still be heard.

I request all my readers to start thinking about Equality, Egalitarianism, and mutual respect and admiration. We, as humans, can feel and understand each other and have the capabilities of empathizing with others. 

Let's not create more divisions and stop any kind of discrimination. Of course, we can't go back and change our history but we can definitely create a new world where no one is suppressed and we all live in harmony.


Thanks

Have a great day!







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