Prisoners of what?

There…
We were sitting on the steps outside
Chatting about a thing and many
Warming our body with a dim ray of sunlight
We were in office.

There…
Works were yet to be done
Laptops were charge-less
Load shedding was ruling over
We were free, literally.

There…
The gate was wide open right before us
And nobody there to hold back
We could have gone
We could have left.

There…
We couldn’t leave and go somewhere else
We couldn’t use the time as we wanted to
We couldn’t decide on ourselves
Or, we didn’t dare to?

There…
Rules were the chains
And discipline, the boundary
We were almost the prisoners, actually
Prisoners of what?

There…
Of money!
That we have been working so hard for
Of our brain,
That has been running by the norms of society

There…
We were prisoners of our own thoughts!
We still are.



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