Boxes
On a sunny Afternoon,
Kids shouting, playing, enjoying cartoon.
I sat empty besides a stack,
Stack of boxes.
Those boxes stacked makes me remind,
How each thing need a box,
And the need to be boxed.
Are you a box? Do you have a box around you?
I have boxes around, those boxes doesn’t allow me to convey, communicate with anyone properly.
It says it shelters me protects me, but is it like that?
Like a game i gain a box each time, it gets more dense.
I feel myself breaking alone in that Cardboard covering of mine.
On a Sunday night,
My shadow sat besides me,
I asked my shadow whether he could see the boxes.
He nodded confusingly,
And haven’t you realised yet, those boxes..
