Chained Down

Chained down in a dark corner of a dark room,
I stared at the thin rays of the sun that entered the room,
It seemed to light the room and yet remained dark,
Amongst all this a flash of light flashed through my thoughts;

I had left back my school days back in the ages of time,
And so did I leave my college days in my old calender,
Working for more than twenty hours - each day I was changed,
Chained and whipped throughout as past merry memories on me rained;

Sleepless nights followed every night,
And so did increase my working hours,
Effortless working did its very best to light every unlit fire,
Yet every time my fingers searched my pockets and every burning hope got burnt in the same fire;

Leaving house right in the dawn,
Chains increase as time does,
And so does my immortal dreams,
Dreams which said that my future was filled with layers of cream;

Dreaming of getting a better job had become my habit,
Freeing myself of the toughened chains,
Getting through the work load rains,
Has become the flash of light that comes and soon is drained....