Amidst the sun rays which have lost their ways,
He woke up from his sleeplessness, a depraved night
Clutching in his hope, dampened by the cold hard ground,
flummoxed between the prison walls, for a meaningless morning ritual
He looked through the barred window of cold iron,
Having a gander, to find some solace in this dearth,
Trying to hear the voices he could die for, vanished and gone,
it was all too cold against these prison stones.
The tears of nought don’t fall at all, wrath and his tears don’t go along ,
And images still girded his soul, how he was framed with lies.
An innocent soul, done all right, trapped by some crooked minds,
He gazes, reckoning beyond the realms of the prison walls.
The walls are carved with the minds of all, painted some, with forbidden colours,
Some show the green fields in grey, some sing of the lost yellow desert sun,
The hills with water touching at the feet, flawlessly shimmering in the minds,
Because escape from reality is the most beautiful thing that can happen to them,
He looks above in the darkness of the sky falling on him,
All the lost years in abyss, have made him weak from body, not heart,
He will be out there someday, running along the depth of a valley,
Where his mind will be laden with peace, not remorse
Freedom when curbed, curbs everything else,
Let the time pass by in black and white of all shades
before closing his eyes for the last drop of tear to fall,
he looks at the gate, for he will find freedom, one day...
