Within a prison
of four walls
Me a convict within
a
Cell of four walls, all the
Time watching and hearing me.
I am a listener of my own
Heartbeat, faster than sentinels;
Don’t ask me how I landed there;
rounded up in streets by cops
along with others as unruly elements.
Other cases of criminals, not proven,
another cell, lathis and wailings of
shock treatments, pangs of brutal deaths.
A man at the corner has his own moorings:
This vast world, a shell for us,
Our deeds or misdeeds.
Visitor
hours our time of bliss!
else, a doleful day of guilt and corrosion,
ruling our passions, also guiltless moments;
why his life? Why hypocrisy? Why
relentless move and meaningless clatter?
Besides, digging, watering, gardening
we have to dig
into many a dark cells,
water our hardened, palsy smitten spaces
of discussions and dingy rooms, stuffed
with irate ruminations clear up fast.
Heaven or haven,we have to make.
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