In the prison den

 

 

In the prison  den….

 

Twenty long years

in prison  den,

nothing but isolation,

Loneliness and pathos,

devouring him every moment,

every hour of think and  think

clueless  ; already in exile,

another self  imprisonment why?

So sophistication, no phone calls,

No movie  and pictures, society

Cut off  from him, nothing  but

Introspection, he is unable to cut off

This weed in his heart, this pain

this discomfiture. Only consolation

his wife  and daughter   regular visitors

to his cell;   now  a  small cat sits

views his plight perhaps;

night falls to tap again

his misery and sad……

slowly  his wife    an daughter

bid  good bye …