Captive Lady
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Neela Nath Das
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I'm in a prison,
prison encompassed
with love, affection
and a promise.
Still, I cry.
But, never was
in any procession.
In my thought,
one face looms large
If my present sky
doesn't believe me,
if he thinks I'm
for many, for all.
For him I have a
dew-drop- - -
crystal-colored,
pure and without lie.
It's very natural.
It's my tear.
Captive lady I'm.
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