Tangled

Entangled within desires
That branch out viciously
Like the old trees, whose branches
Remain tangled and entwined among themselves;
Untouched, feared, at times revered too.
Their gnarled selves lash mercilessly,
Mindless of our lives…
And what do we do?
We struggle to free ourselves
But alas!! those deadly knots tighten,
And we remain enslaved in a happiness
That’s neither true nor real.

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