Walls
The wall
Once I remember visiting a prison cell in Goa. It was approx six by four in size
with a small window looking out at the sky. The walls had many marks ans
scratches on them but it was difficult to make out as it was quite dark inside.
Now, when I am trapped below six ft of snow on all sides, I remember that cell
where life-sentence prisoners were kept. Its very similar except my confinement
will be over soon and maybe like the prisoner, the spirit is still free! I wrote
these lines while waiting for the sun 
Walls
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one wall i paint and draw -
pictures bright and green,
the sky, birds and flowers..
and some beautiful scene
one wall i scribble words,
as they come and go..
some you can try and read,
while some,only I would know!
one wall i sketch faces,
the good, the ugly and bad!
my folks and my friends,
some happy yet some sad..
then there’s another one,
with a window – though small,
here i strike my days!
on this cold prison wall…
So long…
