Prison!
In winter;
Love!
With the light of joy in your eyes;
As you came around to see me.
Plants!
With leaves and flowers of love;
Love,
Watered by the muse of peace and care;
As you came around to see me.
Prison!
With the long winter at hand;
Still waiting for the summer to come,
For my freedom.
Love!
From the first sight;
With the muse of your smile,
As you came around to see me.
Muse!
I am a writer;
And, i am writing behind the door of my prison,
In the dark room! !
Being put away for my mistake in life,
But, i am glad to have you around to read my works.
The soul!
Living in a disturbed world;
But, the muse of this literature will teach many,
And, putting my mind at rest in this prison.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem