![]() The Seven Barred WindowA Poem by The ArK![]() 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.
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StatsAuthor![]() The ArKThrissur, Kerala, IndiaAboutI believe complex thoughts can be conveyed through simple words. I write simple, but trying to mean a lot. And I'm 24. more..Writing
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