These are
the thoughts of a slave who was imprisoned by the lords of that age and he had
to leave all his dreams and desires behind to live a life full of grief and
pain.
BEHIND THE TEARS
Last night I
saw a glimpse,
A fair
glimpse of me!
Running from
my own dreams,
The dreams
lived by me!!
A pain in
the heart and some slaps,
Some slaps
of the life!
Hands up in
the air but the neck,
Under edge
of the knife.
No friends
and no family,
Behind the
bars of jail.
Waited for
so long and,
There was no
letter, no mail.
Thinking of
the freedom
And yelling
at the dogs,
My wounds
needs the answer,
The Answer
from my lords.
- Ashutosh
