// 64 Days In Jail // Poem by baki nasrullah

// 64 Days In Jail //



64 Days In Jail

There are some reasons still!
There had been some reasons (?)
As they didn't see me to say prayers,
To hide the truth, to choose unfairmeans
I was sent there to be changed.

In the inhouse I was taught to be sober!
A silent watchman to go everything smooth …
Not to untie tongue!
There I lost everything within me
But I kept aloft my imagination
My creative sense! But I was sent there to become brainless!

Inhouse I was lonely, helpless
Lonely and helpless.
What a injustice done to me!
There I was beaten severely, another Guantanamo,
Beneath the sky, on earth.
I was tortured significantly, another Abu Ghirib,
The darken world, Even more than that.
No sunlight, no air, not a single tear, there I was taught
To be silent, wordless to words.
There I turned in to a stone!

From the very beginning some people
Want me to be punished as I was their
Out of clutches, they want me to be maimed!
And finally it was done
And it was done brutally to make me
Very much traditional to follow the instructions as
Some fellow people are made bound to follow! .
I was made to be inhouse!
Anyway it was done any way orelse
Nothing left unuprooted.
They should be happier than ever before
As I'm maimed now!


[ 20 April, Rewrite,21 May,2009 ]

Monday, January 26, 2015
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