When I was young , I was left alone in a prison
far away from the crowd in a distant island
with none to talk nor any scenary to applaud,
in dismay I closed my eyes hoping a painless cremation.
Years passed sans light nor warmth in the hole.
One fine day, I see chains that bind me rusted
and with a gentle push chains broke with no noise,
I leapt with joy accompained by songs of singers long dead.
I tried to break the walls with my weak bare hands ,
I kicked solid walls on my left and pushed concrete on my right,
alas! frutiless effort for the blocks didn’t budge, my plight!
worser than when I was tied by rusted silver chains.
Crying in agony and cursing my worthless breaths
I looked to my back – a dark corner one can forget with ease,
moving with last hope – flickering sunrays on world of shadows
I cringed and scooted to corner of my padded cell at once.
One turn of knob and lo! I was out into free air,
no effort of thousand elephants required for the escape.
Walls I tried to break when golden door awaited my gaze
to liberate forever from dark corner where I was once held prisoner.
My Love! don’t wail at walls for they are hard and cold,
instead look for doors that are open and always ready to spring .
Hark!! striving is not mandatory for our true living,
let’s not wade thru oceans when we can float in skies bold.