Entrapment Poem by Arindom Borah

When we are born, we are innocent babies and
About life and death, virtue and vice, we know
Not a thing. We cannot even speak sense, only
Gobbledygook; as if our ignorance to show.


As we start to grow, the cerebellum forms
Learning starts, again from A and B and C
We reinvent the wheel; Start again from
Zero and squander precious time with glee.



And, when, we at last mature and in advancing years
stand at the frontiers of knowledge, we come to know
We can never hope to learn about truth, for our
Vision's weak; Old age starting to show?


Isn't this pointless? Shouldn't there be a way
To impart wisdom to a baby on first breath
So that it can, standing on these intellectual steps
Tell us! All about the mysteries of life and death.


For this seems to be the only way to stop
This cycle of life and death and life again
These never ending circles of monotony;
Of vagueness and precision, of joy and pain! ! !


Even then what prevents me, you may think.
To take a hand gun and blow out my brains?
Society seduces you. 'Entrapment' by pseudo fear
We don't need umbrellas as in here, it never rains.! !

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