#WritcoPoemPrompt88
Constraints imposed by tradition.
The good, brilliant, and comprehensive soul,
Deserving respect and acclaim,
One that is conservative, straight, and calm.

Always wanted to fly high and explore,
And they showed a prison;
Looked like a garden, to explore.
As it's heavy by peace, chose not to argue
But never failed to learn things.

Traversing the garden in the prison,
Made a door to the outworld.
Instead of smashing the door
Probed the keys peacefully,
As it's belief belongs to tranquility.

Key turned, new light welcomed,
An another garden to explore,
An another path which never ends
Dangerous, and mysterious
But never failed to learn things!

Embarassing days, insulting words,
Slaps, kicks, scratches, wounds,
All failed,gazed then admired.
And, it explored it's pain with smile
And remained as the same soul!





© Aalthae