Restriction

From sleep awoke the unconscious

To analyse the so called word Restriction.

Be it from mother father or to the husband,

There stood the ugly person, Restriction’.

Tears rolling down the eyes

With all the suppressed desires

Hidden in the heart.

Then sympathies shown from the conscious

Making it all the more strung.

There stood the poor old and weak unconscious

To analyse the so called word Restriction.

The childhood spent in unawareness

 Not bothering to find out

what is right or wrong. 

And time to time as I grew

The conscious stood as the utmost rival.

Not letting the ego boost a bit,

Thus being aggressive exerts itself in the various, slip of errors

And unknown to conscious

There stood the stern and bold unconscious

To analyse the so called word Restriction.

But how long will it carry?

A day will come ,when I the unconscious

Breaking all the barriers will come up like a volcano

Spreading all the  lava around

And with eyes of determination will see

 where the so called word ‘Restriction’ stands.