Curtained Boundaries

By Ankur Das

I wonder what if the transparency

prevailed from glasses to humanity.

Every connection is perpetually clear

with no shadows hidden in the dark.

The curtain of privacy breathes

making it easier for bonds to endure.

I wonder if the parents knew

what their teenage kids went through.

Every night haunted by anxieties

erasing traces of gloom until dawn.

The curtain of the generation gap

clasp peace in the glass house of "home".

I wonder if the teacher noticed

what hurt the public insult had caused.

Every day mocked by the fellow mates

broke the big ego of these little kids.

The curtain of decorum maintained

silence of screaming hurt in walls, four.

I wonder if the employer inferred

what it takes to work in a toxic race.

Every growth achieved by colleagues

made us believe in false complimenting.

The curtain of hope of good existed

letting us continue the hustle for more.

I wonder if the partner recognized

what ugly secret had hidden for ages.

Every passing night of successful hiding

helped to hide molestation marks more.

The curtain of character certified

abusive past to hide in draping cloth.

The curtain swirls sleekly in bonds

what if they were pulled up someday.

Each boundary, braced since ages, will fall

letting emotions retreat and anguish attack.

The curtains drawn to sustain bonds

will now lie torn, shattering the walls.

By Ankur Das