The Seven Barred Window

A simple symbolic poem

There was only one window with 7 bars,

when I came here for the first time.

A small window with 7 vertical bars,

through which light and life came inside.

That was the only thing which could

make me think that I'm still living

Seven bars, the only thing I owned in my

seven years long prison life.

I looked out through the bars,

for the first time.

I saw the road outside, actually the

wounded man on the road.

Blood spilled all over the road, him.

Many around him watched him suffer.

Some captured his suffering on their screens.

I watched him die, with a pain.

And others too, without it.

With a shake of my hand

the first bar broke, silently.

I looked out for the second time

and saw the woods.

Again I looked

Saw the sand!

The wood has gone! I don't know how

Its gone!

The hot northern wind

came in without a difficulty

taking the second bar away with it.

Third time I looked out.

There was a huge building on the place where

the slum stood once, home to thousands

was replaced by the smoke

vomiting chimneys.

On the lament of the thousands,

the third bar was destroyed.

I saw the spoiled childhood on the streets

when I looked out, 4th time.

I searched for colourful dreams on their head.

But only found sacks of sand.

My fist chocked the 4th bar, crushing it

powdering it, leaving the other 3 behind.

5th time I looked out for witnessing a murder.

Taking life was a child's play for 'em.

I remember his boisterous laugh

who was enjoying the scene, the same who

acted well in his mourning.

The 5th bar broke by the power of his evil laugh.

Witnessed a murder next time.

This time for the precious metal.

After all its a metal right? All coming from mud.

Why on earth would they kill each other

for just some mud?

That evening, the golden rays of the sun

melted the second last bar.

Only one was left.

Just one bar between me and the world.

I waited for it, the death of the last bar.

It happened, on the rainy disastrous night,

followed by a sunny morning.

She was helpless, crying for mercy.

But no one’s bowl had the warm soup of mercy.

They looked like humans.

But barbarian animals inside.

Tortured her, raped her.

Not by one, too many were there

waiting to rip her soul into thousands pieces.

They almost killed her,

left her behind like a corpse, but with a pulse.

That endless rain that night had

the bitter taste of her tears.

The 7th bar washed away by the rain.

And at last it opened.

The only way I can get to the outer world.

But I didn't move an inch.

I didn't want to go out.

'Cause I knew that the imprisoned criminals are

far better than the lunatics with 

no chain on their hands.

The darkness inside was much more comfortable

than the dazzling light outside.

Author's Note

Expecting your reviews.

Reviews

[Thea]

This poem speaks nothing but truth and I think, everyone should realize this irony. People behind the chains cannot be always judged. There are much worse than them. Those who hide behind tons of masks, fooling others and leading life into its wicked pathway. Life is indeed tough. Just happens. Just ends. Ugh. This was a great poem. Thank you so much for sharing. I truly enjoyed it. I like your wisdom. Keep writing. :)

[The ArK]

Thank u Thrinna...... :)

[Penny]

This is par excellence. I consider myself fortunate enough to be able to read this piece.

[Mirra]

This is very true, there are still evil people roaming outside without any chain on their hands and no one is stopping them. I like the fact that the bars broken down one by one making the reader think that the jailbird really wanted to get out and finally when there were no more barriers between him and the world he didn't want to get out anymore for he felt more human inside the jail than outside the vast world where people live with the beast soul. Send me more read request your poems are worth reading. You really are talented ARK!

[The ArK]

Thank u friend... :) I'm honored.

[Mirra]

You are welcome. Write more and send me request I really love your works :-)

[Glass Heart Inc]

This was very sad to read and the ending surprised me. I thought he would have liked to escape. Great poem :)

[The ArK]

Thank you :)

[sushi]

The thoughts have been put out in a form different from the usuall read with a msg that our society is moving fast towards its doom. I am still figuring out how i can express myself on how much this write touched my heart....

Your words touched me in a way, left me frozen in the summer. Tears rushed out seeing what ppl around me have turned into....

Thanks for sharing...

[The ArK]

Thanks, Sushi

[Vidya Bacchus]

I have no words to express just how much your poem has touched me.Life is so hard sometimes.People have become little more than monsters now.We must keep on keeping on and tear away the bars and free ourselves from this cruel place.

[paul sal.....]

Blew me awayyyy. We all learn lessons and move on. Sounds like a war..........of survival and i'm glad you survived. The earth is a beautiful place and the sun illuminates all it's aspects and..................it IS beautiful, bars are man maid and with perseverance,they will always be torn down and puff.........life continues

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Wow! This is amazing! You know, while I am reading this piece, I feel like I'm reading the book of Revelation...the chapter about the blowing of the 7 trumpets. I like your style. I am really amazed.

About your concept...I also remember my poem IT'S A DARK WORLD OUTSIDE . I understand why some people choose to lock inside their room. There are many harmful people outside, and for own protection, they choose to be alone. But still, we have to understand that in order to be brave enough, we have to expose ourselves to the world. By escaping the realities of life, we are just taking care of our own demons and ghosts- the fears inside us. Well, just my opinion because I was once a person like that, but I tried hard to help myself.

Thanks for this outstanding poetry!

[The ArK]

Thanks, Daisie, for giving me a wonderful review. This is much more than I expected.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

You're welcome.

[Rachelle]

KAMPAI, ARK!
A coming-of-age/realization of the horrific realities of this world in contrast with our sheltered selves whom we sometimes liken to personal prisons. And now, the questions arise: Do we stay in our shells in fear and denial - forever unchanging? Or, do we venture forth with whatever little we have and take steps to transform the world? Choices. Choices.

[The ArK]

I reckon most of us will go with the safe side. That's human nature, not so changed even after the age of civilization. Anyway thanks for your comment Rachelle.

[Rachelle]

Truth in your words. Transformation takes a long time.