The Box

by Ananya Sarkar
(Kolkata, India)

I peer into the box
That contains scissors, pen, paper, glue
It all looks so neat that I can't help but smile
Yet I want to take out the contents
Write with the pen
With the paper and glue, perhaps make origami
And put it on the cupboard for show
But can I really take these out of the box?
They will still be in my room, if you remember
Which, in other words, is the bigger box
And outside of that –– is the larger box
But a box is all it is...
Box within box within box.
So is there really a way out of the box?
The scissors, pen, paper, glue stare back out of their perfect symmetry
Daring me.

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May 07, 2017
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Good one!
by: B Mukherjee

Has a certain nuance

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