The Lonely Prisoner Poem by Shankaran Kutty

How long has been, how long to go
I really care not now
All I know it has been so long
Without any care or love

No one to visit, no one to call
Or even send an odd mail
No one to whom I can speak
To tell them my sordid tale

Within the walls of my dark cell
Even sunlight I do not pine
For I can't blame why I am here
The fault I know was mine

Yet my mind I can't rein in
Those memories that I cherish
There is no present, no future yet
Why do I hope, what can I wish?

Trust me, I wasn't born so vile
I had my dear own family
Yet now I am all alone
It is just me and all of me

Yet today in my life their presence
I do not seek nor desire
For if I did, in my heart would kindle
Of passion, a tender fire.

I have forgotten the smell of first day of spring
The smell of earth in the very first rain
The crimson splashed across the evening sky
Now, all I have is a throbbing pain

Strange thoughts I have found begun to flash
Somewhere in my inner mind
And in them to live a reason somewhere
I hope I shall do find

A ray of light through the darkest clouds
An honest voice, does it seem
Perhaps it is born of a vagrant mind
But I have begun to dare to dream.

Those thoughts that flash, the blinking lights
Are born of my minds despair?
Yet as long as they soothe the pain
I really do not care

Let it be destined the fires of hell
For me, or the heavens divine
But till Death comes calling, that eventual day
This life I will live, it is mine