From wall to wall without space to breathe
we are cramped to fill each page,
our names have given various meanings
each of which remains;
with pain and sorrow, smiles and joys
we've shared and birthed various rage,
fixed and bound with a colorful outlook
from A to Z we fill the cage;
for the world we come in all size and shape
and named - dictionary,
but for us its the thickest prison...
a silent and crowded sanctuary!
I enjoy reading poems like this. Very clever! How you suggest an image to the reader right at the beginning, with the title. I was thinking of a mosque/church/some other holy place, and then slowly comes the switch at the end.