A Convict

A Convict prose poem

Uploaded by Kavita Jain

I met a convict in a cell so dark ,memories of freedom afresh
I told him what it means to be free, stories of vast fields and sunlight ,
traveling and reaching , dwellings and lanes,
roadside shows and a popsicle dripping , a moving cart and busy mart ,
smiles and eyes so alive and real and I saw a miracle
as eyes got lit and a curve on lips promised a smile
and then again a heaviness creeped he turned his back on iron bars ,
know not what freedom means, scared of the vastness ,
know not what to do with an open mind
and when lock will open, where will a shelter I find

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