Box Poem by Shraman bajracharya

I am locked inside the box
I can't see
You spit in my face
My hands are tight
My heart can't
Efface it

There is a mirror
In my box
I can't run away from it
Its shows my reflection
I can't hide it

I am tiny
My face is ugly
Nobody can see it
As i am lock in the box
with no aim to open it.

I stifled inside the box
Still i need to stay on it

I search the key
High and low
THough i don't
Find it

Finally, i realized
Espirits are the keys
To unlock the box
BUt dead am i
as i lie on it.