Poetry

Boarding School

Books open our eyes
to the wonders of the outside.
We as students
can never see the outside,
just the endless forest
cut short by the state road.
There are but no fences,
be it only landmarks
connected by imaginary lines.
Lines that we may never cross
This is boarding school
a prison without bars.

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