Prisoner  weeps   silently

 It  is  not French medieval prison.

It is contemporary cell  for  the  branded

Criminal. Victim  branded by the  police

And law in force  but  not by the  legal,

 Judiciary.   Verdict  is   awaited.

  His guiltless ,free  conscience within  

 Weeps to the walls.  Not totally

Contemporary, ere Modernity took

Its   reels; cells   grind  his day

And  night.  One  day, from the

Platform took him, mauled him

For  drinking, slowly entangled

Him  for  a  murder, he didn’t

Have   an  iota  of clue. Ruthless

Police  could  only  show  their

Prowess on him .Whips their  rains ,

 Merciless,  Privilege on him,

for none he had To argue, for he was pauper,

His rags, his companion throughout.

 Chagrin of his life, his routine .

Yet, Meditation, prayer, his solace.

Sun’s  ray ,regular beam through the

 Cells ,affirms  to solace  him, intuition

Augurs  he will be scotfree.