When I Was Out Of Prison Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Ye, unfortunate lady how unshackled my
prison barrier
By your unshaken spirit noble in last wednesday night
And I found myself among the million broken hearts
Firmly stood with torches burning the anarchy.
Although I knew thou are no more breathing self
As the naked devils throttled your passage for free air,
Yet your mute sufferings has generated genuine angers
For justice end which rend in the haven last expanses,
I felt someone obvious commanded my moral for billions
Corresponding through the same letters which ye left.