Square

Life seems to be a straight line

endlessly elongating;

a time comes when it bends,

shaping into a big square.

The square gets small, smaller;

you shuffle within its confines.

The sensory world closes in,

marking your appointed place.

But mind breaks the barriers,

soaring over land, sea, desert,

conjuring up colours of life,

the grandeur of its immensity.

 A.K. Das