We, the prisoners of destiny,

Bound by the norms of society,

Encircled with boundaries,

Of traditions and customs.


Freedom, though precious,

Gets curtailed as we grow,

Prisoned by our myths,

Never to bloom and glow.


Prisoners of our dreams,

Prisoners of our aspirations,

Struggling with perspiration,

Longing for life’s adulations.


Life is indeed a troubled ride,

Flowing in the turbulent tide,

Full of hopes yet imprisoned,

In the so-called worldly prison.


Latha Warrier