The Cages of Routine…

Sometimes I look outside the bars of the cage

just to feel the splash of the first rain,

when the constant clicking of the seconds

dont limit my time with me..

I look outside to feel the warmth of the sunset

as it casts a orange shadow on my cheeks

and not just stare away from a distance

I am a part of the scene and not just a visitor,

I long to feel the pages of the book

that are not just a chore to complete

but the leisure of the wordplay

as it binds me deeply..

but then the cage beckons itself..and calls out

as it laughs at the daydream of prisoner

for the small cubicle is waiting

with chains to imprison once again

as the dream fades away slowly

and the time starts ruling again…

the routine binds me, a prisoner again..




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