Can't hold me

This is no great attempt at poetry or verse... Just thoughts,, emotions, sights, sounds, smells flowing unabashed onto a piece of paper....

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I woke up this morning. I opened my eyes.

And shut them tight in horror almost immediately.

Another day in lockdown. Oh bother!

But just then,

tweets and chirrups, caws and clucks wafted in.

I closed my eyes, taking in the avian symphony.

I might have as well been in a garden,

Or underneath a tree.

And I thought to myself, “These walls can not hold me”

I pulled apart the curtains

And let the windows free.

The cool morning air danced in,

I greeted them with arms open.

I might as well have been on the hills, or by the sea

And I thought to myself, “These walls can not hold me”

I looked out, and I saw things, I had had no time to see;

Hey, is that a mango tree?

It had been there all this while, it was I who had been absent.

As I saw the fruits sway and move,

I might as well have been in a beautiful grove

And I thought to myself, “These walls can not hold me”

These walls, enveloping me, keeping me safe;

I mistook them for an enemy,

But porous as a sponge they are to all that is good,

And they don't want to hold me.

- Ajay Ravindran