There's A Box Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

There's a box I bolted my sorrow
But hear it knocking kicking to be out
I keep it telling I'll free you tomorrow
His prison he will break one day no doubt!

For the box gets old and the lock grows rust
And sans my feeding sorrow isn't any frail
Bides time in prison knowing one day must
It's going to be free have me in its spell!

I write happy poems breed smiles as mate
Use all my ink to drown sorrow's voice
But sorrow in silence goes spinning its net
I hear its cries rend sounds of joys!

There's a box I bolted my sorrow
And would rather not worry when it breaks free
I'm more than happy it's locked till tomorrow
written on the box to be cheered by daily!