Hiral
The teacher is on a drone
my mind though is alone
i stare out the windows of the school
the grass is green, the air feels cool
i want to play i need more time
i cant sit in the class morn till noon

college has begun, engineering seemed fun
but the chain has tightened, unable to run
the class now goes from morn to five
like a bee has stuck to the hive
we do catch our moments here and there
but freedom it does feel very rare

enter the company, time did flew
working at my desk on nothing new
day begins after i swipe in
the day ends much before i swipe out
trapped to my cubicle from time unknown
life it seems is out on a loan

its time to retire, hope renews
i am all free, time is all i have
but the house is empty, everyone else trapped
sons and daughters on the other side now
with whom do i share my moments
i need to get free again but how

death embraces, timeline is redundant
i get my own coffin, a comfy jail
trapped from the day i was born
trapped till death and ever after
the body is now just gonna wilt
the soul is in search of freedom yonder...
3 Responses
  1. nice...as always i love wat u write


  2. Unknown Says:

    bhai thanks for the poem ... Its pretty close to the events of out life ;) ... when was in school colz seemd to be good n so on .... now everything what we left behind seems to be better ...

    haan swipe in/out office wala part aur achha likh sakta tha :) ... juss a positive feedback... poem k flow k saath beth nahi raha hai theek se :P ...keep writing ...


  3. Pallav Says:

    Shit, that one struck a nerve. It's sad, and it's reality.

    Well written, very well written.

    N