Prison Bars Poem by Cyclopseven R

My wildest imagination
one day took me along an inquisitive travel
to a place of isolation
in the name of punishment
for many labeled - criminals.

As I walked along the aisle of the prison
many souls with dead faces stared at me
I felt stark naked and conscious of my being in there
in the middle of the same kind separated by bars made of iron.

The bars that imprisoned the man
together with them captured their souls as well
their mind left reeling in anguish and pain
conscious of an act wrongly played in the past.

The first bar I touched
cried in pain, a sign of duress I sensed,
it tortures me awhile to think
a malignant punishment bestowed on the inmates,
by those sitting on high chair with black coat
do they truly deserve this premise to repent? .

The bar wailed loud
“Many have visited me, placing their warmth on me.
and many too have sensed their belongings here
readily accepting their presence as fated
but in tears I see them everyday with stubborn bristles popping
I couldn’t bear to realize, as hard as iron I am
I still can’t stand to see them to be humiliated in here”.

The second bar at a distant apart too appeared sad
for while it stood guarding the person inside the cell
a teardropp rolled from the prisoner’s eyes and flowed to the bar
carrying with it unsolved riddles and bleeding heart.

As my legs tremble with fear and sympathy
the third bar wailed loud, unable to bear anymore
the anguish of persons locked within the cell
yet its duty it must not forsake
to protect, defend and imprison man still its job.

The fear and pain of imprisonment
may soon melt the prison bars
and like a river they shall flow
but with a hope that imprisonment be barred
and convicted souls be bared to humanity
so in prayers faithful the values may rise in them
freeing them from the woes of crime.


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