Meandering inside the confines of my solitude
I asked the forest, which tree is your boundary?
Just read the first line of my poem
And if you don’t feel like reading
The lines that follow, then maybe
Bin it; it isn’t worth the trouble.
When I was taken over by desire
I consumed myself in the fire
Forsake my book of wisdom
Forgot the pleasures of freedom.
Look! Those who win have plastic minds
Ready to mould and ready to bend
And always taking, a shape that sells.
I came to you to “embrace the wings of void”*
Like a boat without a sail and oars to guide;
Along your banks and away from the crowd
You walked me through timeless present
During my school days it used to be Commander Mary
Who owned me like her Private and made me merry
When her rule became oppressive and results depressive
I decamped from her regime and jumped from her ferry
A word and feeling that rolls back a million times
Eluding its true meaning; evolving into new feelings.
As a child it was the warmth of mother’s bosom
On that cursed date
As I was getting a little fidgety
With my throbbing eccentricity.
The plot is hatched and the plan is perfect,
The ruse is made up and the noose is ready.
They are mad, with murder and spite
You are sadly, alone in this fight.