Stifle

 


They stifle us with sections of caste. 
They tighten the noose with a glorious past. 

Then they make a dish of your choice. 
And slowly hush your voice. 

They give us things we don't need. 
When we get accustomed they remind us of our greed. 

We are stifled by their demands. 
We are haunted by their commands. 

Loosen the tie. 
Let us fly. 

We will come back. 
With wings in our bagpack.

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