A Gaze On Wall Poem by sudha pandey

Laying reluctantly on my bed,
On one of the laziest day,
When the roads were barren,
The sky was clear and silent,
Some were searching,
Their way to asylum.

I was gazing on the wall infront,
And gazing and gazing,
Was I, to the wall infront.
Suddenly some pictures had,
Started engraving on the wall
And I could recognize them.

All these pictures were my past,
Someone was shouting my name,
Many were running here & there,
Some had trampled that vase,
And one had came rushing,
With stick in his hands,

I gazed again to the wall,
I was standing out, of my class,
The pre day I had forgotten my task,
I was in games & then had slept
And now was I was accusing others,
For, I had no other work in that prison.


Cast aside that sleepy season,
And the boredom, of that lesson,
How could I keep my eyes open,
Trying hard to go out,
with some or the other reason,
I gazed to the wall, in front.

The sound of the last ringing bell,
like prayer being granted in cell,
it energized and wake me up,
and I realized how soon I will be,
free to growl and trawl,
I gazed to the wall, in front.