The Prisoner Poem by Rishikesh R Ranga

You'll find him densed and full of pain,
He's the one who cant think beyond
Suffered are many because of Him
And today he's suffering in his own-created pond

He realises all what he did in the past
Counting on his fingers the days he'll last
And cries on where he is today
Not a single word from his tongue lays

He's known himself as a prisoner
And to all those whom he'd hurt
He thinks not to be the same guy again
Situations which forced him to be insane

Even a second is a million breathes to him
On his own deeds his tears on cheeks flowing
He's going to be hanged in some time
He wont see tommorrow's morning 9

And here he is all set to be hanged
Only two in black standing just besides
He knows they're gonna kill him; goodbye
He cant do anything more than to end his life

Hanged in the hope of a good human being
Life of a prisoner..he doesn't ever wanna see
As a prisoner he lived, as a prisoner he left this earth
A second before being hanged..he prayed for good life next birth
he prayed for good life next birth...he prayed for good life next birth...