A box of boundaries,
A box of limits,
A box that boxes,
Hits and misses.
A box that was a gift,
Has one end open,
Space to rush out,
Where world needs a shout.
Box is for the end,
Where body we send,
It is not a limiting space,
To mean a dead end.
Jump out of it,
For no one holds,
Box is not to stay,
For it is to make a way.
Very well written poem.. I wish to interpret it, but will leave it there..
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It goes the way that: Box is meant for start(birth) and end(death). We need to let the rest of our life to explore..
Thank you so much.. 🙂
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Makes perfect sense! Cheers, Prakash!
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Nice poem.
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Thanks a lot.. 🙂
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A nice one from the box of thoughts 🙂
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A box full of thank you’s.. 🙂
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Superb…simple but covers all aspects of life..really out of the box thinking:-)
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I am so happy to read that.. Thank you so much.. 🙂
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🙂
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Very nice. 🙂
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Thank you so much.. 🙂
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very nice.
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Thanks a lot.. 🙂
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Yes, it’s difficult to come out of the box or the comfort zone, but we need to do that for our own good… 🙂
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Exactly, that way!
Thanks you so much.. 🙂
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I love your poetry–can’t describe specifically, but it’s always original and easy to read, and generally uplifting. There, I described it better than I thought I could 🙂 🙂 🙂
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And there, it leaves behind smiles and happiness.. Thank you so much.. 🙂
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Oh I’m so happy to know that–you’re most welcome!!
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Lovely poem..loved it.
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Thanks a lot.. 🙂
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[…] there’s actually nothing inherently deficient about an empty little box. It seems like filled boxes are actually pretty easy to come by, and there’s plenty of stuff in the world to fill them. […]
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