By Rajnandini Nag
Sometimes it feels like I am drowning,
Air in my lungs has been pulled out.
Striving for a drop of oxygen...
Trying to reach out for a hand,
But all attempts in vain.
My desire for liberation grows on-
Either strong or weak,
Does it even matter now?
Yelling out for aid from someone.
Some days are tougher than usual,
Crying out loud; yet no echo comes.
Tears drooping aren't visible anymore,
Washed into the midst of the sea.
Yearning to broaden my horizon,
The pressure crushes me.
Struggling against the currents,
Bounded by chains of the seabed.
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