Why this convict of twin blasts in the jail
lost his life at the hands of a vice brute?
Is it quirk of fate or just tit for tat?
Enthralled fellow inmates for fourteen years
with his pipe, folk songs, dance and flying kites!
He breathed life into land around his Home
with foliage plants and colour patterns,
as he was destined to breathe his last there!
No one can make up the loss of the jail
and why these saints fall preys to the Terror?
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