(This poem is a progeny of my imagination of the above Image. So if you have a different perspective of this same image, you are welcome to post in your views as comments).
An unshaped dawn unfolds.
Shadows fight to retreat.
An uncontrollable shrill escapes my throat,
The chains around me cease to echo in the stillness.
No, I will never bow my head.
No, no I can’t lose
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