Prisoner of my Heart

How cruel of me to keep the rusted keys to the cellar?
And not let you free from eight years of imprisonment
This karmic marriage gave you for wanting love,
I sought is but mere mirage on my mind’s frescoes,
A Dark foliage in the cellar of my own hope;
Of envy, of arrogance, of endless fear!

How cruel of me to keep the rusted keys to the cellar?
This long like a Cupid I loved and worshiped in blind folly,
And danced in joy on some rare embrace given,
Alas! Your words clutter of shackles and fetters
For freedom I too seek to venture on my way
And in reluctance I give you the rusted key my Love !!

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