Box-Dweller Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

I live in a small way. I live in boxes.
I have to live. No alternative.
Innumerable boxes around me.
I have to live through in those boxes.
No box is commensurate with my length and breadth.
Some are too big, some are too small.
When I have to enter into a big box
then proportionately balloon myself.
My thoughts, idealism changed into gaseous state.
When I have to enter into a small box
then I condense myself as solid crystal.
My feelings, love. dream cemented hard.