When bonds rank more than rights
Bonds are deemed too sacred
Bonds are of blood,
Then ,silence is the only word.

Throat may ache for a drop
Belly may groan of emptiness
Crippled trunk parts may cry aloud
Then too, silence is the word.

Lips should be sealed off
Eyes and ears should be confined
Threads of blood should be sheltered
And silence should be the only word.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

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