The Same Trail Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Fences are erected covering all nooks and corners,
A few are barbed and others are fixed with doors,
All are invisible, just in front of us, hard to walk through,
As if a solution exist to the existing problems those are tough.

A few have passed through the fences of culture and rules,
Got them badly battered to be called as rebels,
Many live within the demarcated boundaries,
Use the doors conveniently to exit and enter.

All these boundaries have made us to be sick and dull,
As if we are tied down to the ground, not to have an option,
Luckily we had acquired the knowledge and experience,
Before the societal obligations were rested on our shoulders.

We have no other option, except living within these societies,
Growing from the infant to the matured old individuals,
Invisible metallic cobwebs, not to be disturbed at home and work,
Hundreds of generation have lived and died taken the same trail.