Not To Depart Without Permission

Not To Depart Without Permission short poem

The interior with
The stillness
Neatness and
Of a tax office
Is as awesome and fearful
As a cemetery at midnight
Some unseen eerie presence
Is all over spilling the space
Of this cold chest
One would be in a puzzle
While searching a way out
In perplexity
Statements with computation
For the past several years
Of the whole family members
And so on with the curious point of
Not to depart without permission
By whom that one was summoned
Would be the demands of the office
For an average tax payer
Vultures with wide wings fly
Over head at a non-
Reachable distance
While tiny sparrows
Caught in net
On their scratching out
Dry leaves to get
A morsel of food

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An enigmatic verse about the hypocrisy of relationships that extract their price and seek to even control one’s departure..Interesting!


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