With an Identity

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

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