Woe to the day when I was handcuffed
Sudden knock one fine morning,
No no, it was not a fine morning,
But ill fated for me to be surrounded
By two cops , me
bewildered, taken
To the prison, not knowing, what for
a mystery. My
repeated pleas
Went in vain.
Suddenly I was given
An explanation that I was seen in the
Midst of gangsters; Law taking its own law
What can I do. I know
pretty well that
Particular day I was away .
What a princely life, what
a royal treatment
At home, surrounded by my thick blood relatives,
Now their voices and support could not reach them,
How I went about
writing poems and chatting with
My friends and seminars -a venue often in my diary.
Life – the real concept of life -where I know not!
Seclusion, away from society and gathering,
Inward thaw, nocturnal round of beats,
No dice nor gambling
of lesser cadre,
No drinks not even movies- within four
Walls – a cell of self imprisonment.
No preacher nor any holy priest
Rings around the talisman
on
My hand; these chains
-are they my
Deadlock: in my sleep
when I am
Half awake, in my wakeful state,
My chanting of The
Bhagvat Gita
My mantra, my redemption and Solace.
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