Within this confinement of the classroom’s barrage,
I feel like a prisoner forced to feed on the rusted knowledge.
Serving the tenure of my parent’s hopeful fictionalities,
My soul seems lost in the labyrinth of disparities.
I try looking out of the lone solitary window…
To see a world free from this shadow.
I want to run away but my bones are so tied to the bench..
And the obtuse jailer’s teachings are making me so drenched!
These last years of my redemption,
I see many of my ‘jail-mates’ placed away with salutation.
A darkness has dawned upon me…
The path ahead seems a quagmire to me.
The hopes of the intimate looms back to haunt me,
Destiny seems false as a copper to me.
Still..I hold on to the lone window-sill,
And wish for the hopes to refill.
I want to catch a glimpse of sunlight again,
To rejuvenate this tarnished soul of mine in pain.
Oh! how I want to stand atop this hillock of hopes,
And cry aloud till my body moans!
I hope to break out of this sill..
And become a runaway…forever still.