Knotted with one,But bonded with another.

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Anindya J Ganguly

With my wrist chained in wedlock,
To a stranger, trapped in a cell.
I tie a holy knot of my heart
To my beloved lover,
knitting breathing trails.
Beneath the churning chimes of Autumn
Of the sweetly ringing bell.
The stranger’s heart splits in agony
As our bond doesn’t remain the same.