Prison life

In a prison I stay

Nothing comes my way

Yet to see light of day

Is everyday a new day ?

 

Of dark cement walls

Gloomy visions

Scribbling in halls

Are mere illusions

 

Uniform clothes

Meagre food

Everything soul loathes

Wonder what’s good

 

No freedom to talk

Let alone a free walk

Staying in a little cell

As good as piece of hell

 

Writing myself out

In words galore

My hearing’s next

Life’s like a folklore

 

Will see light of day

When something comes my way

In a prison I stay

Till I see light of day..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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