The Glass Doors

Imagine! Selling your soul,
And your spouse and all those.
Who come after you and all
Those who come after them
To eternal slavery.
With an impression of your thumb.

And after that is done, there are
Only opaque glass doors between
The deathless feudal master,
And the bonded laborer
Who slips through them and then
Slips right back through the myth

Of voicelessness, in nightmares,
Sweating on serrated soil,
He can never call his own
And though the subaltern now,
Can speak, he prays that all
Glass doors would turn transparent once.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

6 thoughts on “The Glass Doors

  1. louiskasatkin

    A timely and apposite poetic examination of the trials and tribulations of our everyday world.


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