Behind Bars

Counting the days…

dear diary, can you remember the face

that first looked at your blank page

you told me, don’t fill the emptiness with rage

…did she forget about me?

I remember her walk even though I’m unable to see

the past got the better of the boy

I used to be, I remember the joy

my family brought into my life

oh, what dragged me into this – will I survive

such pain, behind bars, I cannot believe

from the depths of my subconscious I retrieve

how to breathe, claustrophobic

me and my so called life became static

help me to learn step by step

how to turn the coat of neglect

inside out, judged by appearance

skin tone and its interference

why do you pity my situation

if all the lies of the media got your fascination

naïve, I used to believe

a thief is born a thief

rather “opportunity makes the thief”

if you knew the opportunity that came to grief

the day you allowed to see your brother in a bad state

remember, it was the day he saw in your eyes only hate

all he is asking for is forgiveness

the mercy of the Forgiving is endless

even if the sky is festooned with clouds today

the All forgiving will pave for him the way

“bring injustice to justice”

I wish, you did not quote me like this

can’t you see, your justice murdered his brother

I wonder, if we were supposed to understand one another

I heard Mohandas say, “an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind”

born to lose my sight, justice I cannot find

be the eyebright, the one to witness

the mercy of the Forgiving is endless.

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