Escapist Poem by Smrutiranjan Parida

Confinement,
Let me break your chain
The shackles of overthinking
And the iron rods of depression
I have been breathless
With that one revolving thought
And mood forever

Just set me free
This is brutality, I know
Death is always near
Though the only desire left
To flutter my wings or to
Break the prison of the day

Being the escapist
Doesn't matter, whether
Coward or brave you think
I want to run
Away and away, far away
From the city of cheating
Where love is a selling stale food
And trust
The bogus words of the seller

Let me built
A city of mine
Of no man coming and no man going
In a withered leaf
I would write my poems; and
Recite with great joy
For me
For nobody can hear