Bounded
The moment of taking the first breath He was given a name, Bound with a religion Expected not to take the road of shame He, who hasn’t even seen the world Drowned by the load of anticipations He was given a career, And a rulebook of what to believe, with a page of unruled justifications Be it normally, or forcefully His culture was pre-decided, Tied to a specific space and place Limitless was he, now, is limited He could have been everything, But this world bordered him with the ceiling of feedings He, who is NATURE by it's very nature, Is kept within the flesh of constructed buildings
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