My Writing

Someone once trapped me inside of a box –
It was neither too big nor too small.
And I clamored and climbed,
I mimicked and mimed -
Only to find that no one listened at all.

So now I play biscuits and tea in my box –
With the dolls that are also there.
We pretend laugh and pretend giggle
Pretend Smile, pretend fiddle
Just to pretend that we do care.
About life’s trivialities
Other’s problems and families.
We cry at the tragedies,
Applaud the fake majesties
Think outside the box, no one dares!

Because life is safe here -
There aren’t reasons to fear!
But our dreams go untouched and our hopes go unseen.

it is better to settle
And to not touch the kettle
Piping hot with anticipation,
Absolutely not, not our nation!
Mediocrity is the goal which we cheer.

And so I learned to be
Content and not free.
For I gave up the fight
By the fall of the night.
And now I have everything
But me.