Release me from your spell By R.Krishnamurthy

You have held me captive
My hands are not active
Though they seem to be free
My feet can only follow thee

My voice has lost its volume
I have to shout even to greet
Pardon me, has become a habit
Have I become deaf and dumb

What is happening to my eyes
Do I have to wear thick glasses
I mistake a lass for an aunt
She can’t brook the insult

O, damsel, release me from your spell
This is worse than a hell
I will not gaze at your cleavage
If you like it,I am ready for marriage.