Prison Reckonings

(The title is inspired from Jeffery Archer's Prison Diaries)

Behind the black bars,
the prisoner sits;
wearing the ever so recognisable
uniform.

The black concrete walls,
turned red at places.
Quite often.

The convict raises his head,
white patch of bandage,
dangles;
bloody forehead.

Pain was usual.
Happiness,
was rare.

The adjacent convent bell,
swings in the loud wind.
Its sings a known song.
The knell.

A narrow beam,
peaks in the dark cell.
Through the small hole.
Light.

A ray of hope.

There is life after death.
The birth of the new life.
Fourteen years away.

Sound of silence is,
experienced each night.
The prisoner,
cries.

The trees,
(from the hole)
swayed gently.
Agents of freedom,
hovered around.
Birds.

Freedom.

His mates bang their plates,
against the rusted pieces of iron.
He waits patiently,
Famine is not over yet.

There are some,
Unknown beckonings
In these,
Prison Reckonings.