In The Rented Apartment - Part 4 Poem by M. Asim Nehal

ALl three parts -
PART 1
In the rented apartment
He was asked to enter a rented apartment
The locality, surrounding and entrance
All were fabulous and enticing
But as he entered it,
The doors were closed
And he felt suffocated,
There were no lights either
It appeared a dark tunnel
A prison and limiting bound
He shouted and then cried
But there was nobody to hear
What he saw from outside was totally different
Then he received a breath of fresh air
And flow of fresh blood and some milk
He tried to escape the place
He ran from one corner to another
And realized it was one way entry only
There was no escape route from it
He disliked the place and started hating it
He was wondering how this trap was laid
And his freedom is gone for the time being
He struggled to come out and enjoy
But, no use, all doors were locked
And brain was set over him to control

PART 2
The struggle began between the two
But seeing no option and choice
They agreed to come to the terms
Let the two work in tandem pushing the body
He started to look for the resting place
The blood, the gas, the marrow, the wind
All were occupying their place securely
The tissues, the nerves and the arteries
Finally he settled in the left corner
At the middle of the place where supply
Of everything was in perfect combo
In all his sadness he hated the place
And disliked the nose, eyes, ears
Ruffling hairs growing everywhere
Like the weeds in a Greenfield
Either, he did not liked the hands, the legs
As they took him to those places
He did not like or enjoy
The only solace which he got was
This was the rented place and his stay was temporary





PART 3
After coming to the terms with the moving place
He started to explore the place itself
And like the trail the animals leave
To mark their territory he too did the same
He was astonished by the cells in the brain
And surrendered to it, finding difficult to explore
The time set for his stay amused him
Looking at this tiny yet giant treasure hidden
He rushed back to his place in a fear of invasion
And decided never to visit this place again
Initially he resisted and looked uncomfortable
With the body carrying him to several places
But slowly and gradually he started to like it
In fact he saw his freedom in it
The more the body will toll
The great the chance he will have to escape
His greed to escape the place grew within
But being afraid of the magic box, the brain
He dared not, except occasionally
Creator was not unfair
He made love and affection
And blessed both to enjoy it