Prisoner Poem by Suresh Kumar EK
Prisoner
In the womb, it starts
He himself encircles
In the amniotic fluids.
A self-made prisoner
Without a personality
He is bound by chords.
But he truly listens,
All the clear sensations,
He does prepare in advance,
For a smooth entrance, painless.
He comes out, into the limelight,
A helpless being made really perfect,
Breaks from mother, by his own effort.
In the womb, he was a prisoner in every sense,
Continues to be the same, even after he was born.
Just for the first steps, he takes a full year,
The society makes many chains to bind him forever.
Beautiful poem bro. I feel like that a lot. Like a prisoner everywhere i go. I guess poetry lets me feel some degree of freedom. Great poem
Yes from one prison to another....Life remains as prisoner of fate, norms set by the society and what A thoughtful poem 5**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/17/2024 1:22:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Just for the first steps, he takes a full year, The society makes many chains to bind him forever.' - Since the first beat of life in the mother's womb, man is but a prisoner all his life. This has been so aptly described in the poem, with an appropriate caption.