Enslaved

Little ice-cream cones

with melting rivers of snowy memories

a nostalgia holding hands gripping tight

happy deceptions and their painful ironies

What a price to pay for work!

The damned road to achievement

all the glory for naught

passion, love, and humanity depart

bargained in conflicts, a soul sold

little wrinkles and creases on my face

of dreaded stories untold. 

© Sandhya Suri