Metamorphosis skipped

 

The skies pour incessantly,

And a free mind is trapped inside,

The prison is not a luxurious one,

Only about 12 feet long, 10 feet wide.

 

A space so densely packed,

With all kinds of stuff;

It could have felt anything but empty,

But yet, over the last two nights, it does.

 

Is this the ultimate transition from,

Human consequences to the one beyond?

From Dostoevsky to Kafka’s metamorphosis?

Of factors humane and those somewhere around?

 

Whatever now! Everyone is forgiven,

That prisoner has already decided;

Let the insects rot from within,

Wisdom will rule the ones, who've been guided.

 

One day, freed from toxic obligations,

A strong viewpoint will be posited.

Hopefully, at least one scribbler out there,

Will make sure that it is duly credited.