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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