A claustrophobic identity guarding a rigid boundary
Everyday struggles; the form takes shape, chiselled by ideas
From somewhere, irrational carvers surreptitiously appear
The world seems to be at your doorstep, but you are captive
Much despair on hearing the plans of placing limits
Only to be a mute spectator as the world unfolds abruptly
At an inopportune time; surprisingly, the events give no joy
Only a fallacious sense of euphoria after a cursory glance
Now the atmosphere around the house transforms
Again, an unwelcome change- unhappy to tolerate
Meanwhile, identity has some clarity in stealthy eyes
The reflection is compromised- distorted and clumsy
Now the fight begins to save the identity; a burden
Life takes a different meaning in the restrained place
~Amitav