Thick, concrete stores arranged in a
manner to obstruct
Sometimes confine; rather define
the bricks carve out an identity
the boundary walls of the zenana
or a room of one’s own
the power of interpretation lies within
the walls merely stand tall
building foundations of individuality
But subjectivity cannot be rigid
Can we try to enclose the self?
The heart has walls; they say it is caged.
Explain then how does it fly away
on a single blow struck by Cupid?
These walls are merely imaginative
and the mind possesses the supreme power
to construct them or to break them down
About the Author
Sanjhee Gianchandani holds a Masters’ degree in English Literature from Lady Shri Ram College for Women. She is a CELTA certified ESL trainer and works as a content developer and an editor for Academic English textbooks.