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Prisoner

Everyone, everyone of us

is a prisoner of knowledge

We are confined in the first floor

of a building

the walls of which are made of our knowledge

The walls are as impregnable

as those of a dungeon

We take the dungeon as an ideal place

We move about here as if we are free animals

But those who look upon us

are struck with awe

They wonder how the invisible jailor

has kept these animals

The animals never feel that they are confined

Rather they are proud of their confinement

They claim that it were they who made the dungeon

through hard work ploughing

literature science and philosophy

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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