Behind The Bars Poem by Aida Shaji

I stood facing my reflection,
taken over as days pass by someone unknown.
Blissful days are hard and far
rather, for this beaten-up heart.

Rings of wrinkles scrolling past,
grey ones sprouting to take the turn.
Behind the bars I lie waiting,
as a seeker after the world of eternity.

Walking back the past I met,
with a lady challenging and stout.
Fighter against the nasty cowards was she,
the symbol of humane.

No bars ever was broken
by the screams and begs of humanism
for these merely are of no concern
to the sinners of the Earth.

Escape this prison was a mission impossible
Yet the lady reflection shouting forth,
that the heaven-sent men crushing those cowards
would let my fire of goal burn high.

Let the fire reach the peak
where no clouds ever could shed
the bloody shadow of immorality
And thus ends the final wish of a goner.












I stood facing my reflection,
taken over as days pass by someone unknown.
Blissful days are hard and far
rather, for this beaten-up heart.

rings of wrinkles scrolling past,
grey ones sprouting to take the turn.
Behind the bars I lie waiting,
as a seeker after the world of eternity.

Walking back the past I met,
with a lady challenging and stout.
Fighter against the nasty cowards was she,
the symbol of humane.

No bars ever was broken
by the screams and begs of humanism
for these merely are of no concern
to the sinners of the Earth.

Escape this prison was a mission impossible
Yet the lady reflection shouted forth,
that the heaven-sent men crushing those cowards
would let my fire of goal burn high.

Let the fire reach the peak
where no clouds ever could shed
the bloody shadow of immorality
And thus ends the final wish of a goner.