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Confined space and a window,
Four walls and a roof,
Chaos way below,
My four steps is the proof.

At all times,
I can look out the window,
Can’t go near it but,
It guides me thorough.

I saw a bright sunrise,
Suddenly the picture changed,
It’s cold and gloomy,
And then it rained.

I saw colorful highlands,
Filled with plush green grass and flowers,
I blinked and it turned pictures,
Now it was empty barren land.

It was neither timed nor sequential,
It was the outcome of human endeavour,
Suddenly I realised I was made to believe,
What the silhouette had me receive.

Like a puppet I moved,
From pillar to post I groved,
To agree with you at times,
To fight with all otherwise.

Like a machine I was a tool,
Only two options was the logic,
No maybe but only false or true,
The results were convincing and tragic.


I always try to think out of the box. i love poetry and hope to contribute my best to the field :)

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