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 … Continue reading With an Identity