A comfortable room, locked me out and in, <br />The opening at the sides, wide and calm, <br />The crust on the cooling milk separate elegant, <br />The drawing of it may expose what I have, <br /> <br />The home I am in, pat locked out and in, <br />But the window is open to fly with hot air balloon, <br />The expanding parachute is meant for downward descend, <br />While my thought roams up and above the crescent, <br /> <br />I am free to walk wherever I like in this room, <br />I am free to do whatever I fancy in this room, <br />I am stamped with liberties to speak loudly in this room, <br />But my tied hands, legs and minds carelessly think, <br />that they are free in this room: the rooms of blink and blank.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-gifted-with-blink-and-blank/
