Boxed People

Boxed People short poem prose poem

During one of my procrastinating sessions,

I stumbled upon the similarity of people and boxes.

They all come in various forms, shapes, sizes, colours and textures.

The large ones, the small ones, the fat ones the tall ones,

the clay ones, the slate ones, the wood ones, the stone ones,

some moulded, some baked, some chiseled, some shaped,

some coloured, some rendered, some wrapped in velvety paper,

some transparent, some dark, and still others with locks,

Some with intricate carvings, some smooth and plain,

some lacy, some loud, and some other Ah! just so mundane.

And we, as people, are all of these,

Don’t you agree with me, on this?

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Disha Bafna

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
A passionate interior and lifestyle product designer ,nurturing unconventional, ideas and projects, my tryst with writing began as a teenager and with every major chapter in life , my rendezvous with poetry got more profound. Poetry keeps me going , faith being the primary base of most of my poems. A person who strongly believes that every miracle realized and every moment well spent , makes life all the more alive. My poems are for those who want to just sit back and relish on the varied slices of life, one slice at a time... Love Disha
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

6 Comments on "Boxed People"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Shamita Dhingra

A very apt imagery….interestingly i also drew the same comparison when i was asked to compare myself to an inanimate object….

loved your poem

Jayshree Murali

boxed we are ! nice..

Abhi J

good analogy.. Yes, I agree 🙂

Joseph C Ogbonna

Wow, this poem reminds me a little of Gulliver’s Travels, Jonathan Swift’s best seller.It is also somewhat very amusing.

Chandrama Deshmukh

Now that you mention, even I can co-relate this poem to Gulliver’s Travels 🙂


Year Of Young People

Year Of Young People short poem

Our paths have different ways Each one a new discovery, Like the sunny or rainy days Wondering what’s going to cover me. Here we are again another year Not knowing what our future holds, Living; looking around in a constant

Tomorrow People

Tomorrow People long poem

I planted a single seed left long ago In time roots sprung up out of the fertile soil In the game of life your time is very brief try turning over a brand new leaf many people today seem so


People short poem

People fascinate me With their colourful qualities. People frighten me With their capacity for cruelty. People inspire me Indicating a world of beauty. People make me feel love. Some make me bow; For their know how. People enrich my life,

People Like Us

People Like Us long poem

People like us , we suffer a lot , And yet we never get to sort , The feelings inside of us , With memories making a clot , With the fear that comes from the plot , The plot

Little People

Little People prose poem

The pettiness of people is pervasive. Those who feel better when others fail. Feeling contempt and envy when others succeed. Reflecting ugliness behind their backs. Makes them feel better , superior somehow. People sniping at those after leaving the room.