kunjubi varghese

Rookie - 295 Points (12.9..1972 / Trivandrum, Kerala, India)

Prisoner… - Poem by kunjubi varghese

What is that which makes you a prisoner?

Not the iron shackles on your hands,

Not the ropes which binds you tight,

Not the wooden cage you live in;

But the comforts you discover through gold and wealth,

And with the women and children you possess.

That makes you a prisoner and convict!


They are very smooth chains, yet they bind you

Like the Lilliputian’s on Gulliver.

Is it possible to break these chains?

And escape from the alluring charms of life?

Comforts, repose, desires, lust, greed, avarice,

Jealousy, selfishness, ego, violence and malice.

We play with them in life, in our imagination.

They will sweep us away, in the torrent,

Spreading, in all directions of our life.

We float above the flood, through lives

And generations, through ages.

A prisoner sentenced to life!

We live under the spell of these images.

We hate to accept them as dreams;

But continue sleeping in its comforts.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010



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