Am I just a box of sorrow to you?
Or the memories of sadness only!
But still waiting for you dwelling in a box
A box full of insanities still surrounding, grasping
Across my tiny room as they turned into bugs .
They swarm, gather in the walls like forest
And eventually turned me to a sacred box.
Isn’t it possible to send me as a parcel to you?
Do you think a box always remain as mortal!
A mortal could only altered to be a selfless
Like me, or like a stray
Or like a waving cosmos
Falls before the osmosis!
7th May, 2016