the United Kingdom
From the United States
This poem was written by Dr. Gurpratap Singh, a young medical doctor
who was discharged from the Army Medical Service due to his illness. It
was sent to us by Professor Narendra N. Wig of Chandigarh, India.
Locked up in self
With no windows or doors.
An unreal cage of self-confinement;
Enmeshed in isolation. No words.
Cut down to size
From lofty heights.
Passions flickering, never catching fire.
Chafed again and againa fallen kite.
Thinking, imagining, conceiving
Circling round and round, all around.
A journey to unseen places
Each and every day.
They say you're shortcircuited
Neuronal wiring gone haywire,
'a chemical imbalance Dope-amen!
Just another case: bye.
Becoming a shadow of self,
Changing dimensions through the day
But ever glued on.
The rudiment of the game.
Bejeweled, sparkling gems
With the innocence of childhood,
The confusion of adolescence
The maturity of adults;
Jump high to break off the shadow.
A phoenix through the ashes
The shadow is no more.
The reward is in the end.
This is the beginning
Marriage and Family / My parents are
very supportive but we cant tell any of our neighbors. It would
hurt my sisters chances of marriage.