Prisoner Poem by Soumyendu Biswas
Prisoner
Should I, then rejoice
at every sunny break
and mourn,
with every cloud cover..
Here
looking at the whitewashed
walls, moss laden
and the rising towers beyond
ancient acacias in between,
nodding soulfully
Should I, then connive
at every opportunity
or let it come to me
slow and easy..
Was terribly depressed, with no end to it in sight. Those huge and silent trees, ficus, acacia, laburnum, they became friends.. immensely grateful you thought it fit to leave your footprint, Rachel Ann
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4/26/2024 9:44:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
yeh let it come slow and steady for slow and steady wins the race