The Bondage
May 28, 2019
Story
Every cell of my body has a structure of life
There are components
Functions, energy
My instinct
The inner voice
Fill the whole of me up
Lead me to another flow
Flow of wisdom, wonders
Search, speculation
Wildness, adventures
And,
It never let me go hungry
Then this comes
The teaching that is done at school
Parental, societal grooming sessions
Commandments, commitments, conformity
Handcuffs my steps
Determines my boundaries
And Bridles my directions before I pave my path
Controls my will before I understand the free will
Dictate dos and don’ts, which keep me confined
It ties my tongue before I communicate
It systems my life before I perform it
It instills standards into my mind before I understand the differences
What I am
Who I become
Is predesigned
What I think
How I feel
Is programmed
I, me, self, who gets constructed
As captivity
As a tiny
A vulnerable being
My existence is remotely controlled
The bondage
The isolation
The invasion
It poaches my world
It silences the inner voice
I then learn the fear of wrong doings
I learn to adjust and to obey
The constant demands for right, nice, appropriate and decent
Shackles my self-being with conditions
Subsequently I stop thinking
Feeling
For it invades
Overruns me
and simply
and Obliviously
Frightened
I start observing lives of others, but not mine
Trailing the trodden down route
Instructions guide my way
Tests measure my talent
Memorizations bolster my confidence
Diplomas testify my achievement
Many times I do what I am told, not what I want
I think what I want, not what I am told
The deception, fragmentation
Creates a little hypocrite in me
After all
I who was formed of trillions of cells
Self-owned territory once
Has been raided
At the end of the day
Quite frankly
Not dare to judge or blame for my schooling
Or My society
For it educated, raised me
Am I supposed to rip it all apart
To rebuild myself
Something keeps me chained
The instinct tries to rebel though
My inner gut roars
Roar...
So loud..!!
