Ah Life Without Labels

My name the first loop made surrounding me, And then there were circles galore: The second one was made by family, Caste and community formed core Around which circled county and country. Living with these circles for long, I began to like implied false safety, The feeling felt was nigh cosy, I even thought there was notso wrong. And then one day I thought this thought: A life where name was not, Nor circles to get caught, Life sans labels, ah what a life! Nary a curb, nor controls rife, O to move in open space— In ample place to pace, Man's own personal haven, Life of let under Sun! Embrace if can I vast space, What use an encircled place? But hard piercing these circles, Each imposing its own rules; Perhaps men are like turtles, Carrying weight on their backs That, they think are safety packs; Or schooled in constricting schools, Perhaps men are like draught mules. __________________________________________ Reflections | 8.10.2017 |