BAMBOO



Through those grills of Bamboo,
Fresh shots of air run through,
To feed in a little heart
Inside,that dies to be life's part.


It must be kicking to be free,
Trying to live life as it should be,
But the bamboos pose an obstruction,
Egging it on to self destruction.



The bamboos on the door appear, 
Prick,pierce and hurt as barbed wires,
Separating nations,siblings and lovers,
Cannot we pull it down and lost relations recover!


Is not a life entitled to freedom?
Why should one be sentenced to eternal boredom?
Who gave the bamboos the right to restrict?
Giving rise to innumerable inner conflicts.


I want to see the world inside
Trapped behind the bamboo door,wide eyed,
To see which princess sits there as a bride,
What treasures the kings there did hide.


Is someone building an arc like Noah, 
Collecting animals, insects, toads and boa,
All species behind that shield of bamboo, 
But why do not I hear any peacocks cry or the cows moo!


There are stories galore,
What hides inside no one has seen before,
What the bamboos safeguard 
Remains out of reach,completely barred.


Do not torture more,
Lest it cries itself soar,
Lets  go of all fear,
The bamboos it starts to abhor.


Oh! What do you behind  
The fragile bamboos hide?
Let it see the beauty of life,
Let it free,lest it holds a knife.

Or break the shield 
And to temptations of violence yield,
Break the door, challange your might,
With one of these bamboos pick up a deadly fight.


©Madhumita