A cell,
High ceiling,
Four bare walls,
Cold cemented floor,
Single bed and a blanket,
Nothing more!
Lives an occupant,
Alone but free,
To measure and pace,
Within the limited space;
Waiting for the day of his release,
When his confinement is fulfilled;
Freedom to roam the outside wall,
Now more careful in his ways,
Has learnt his lesson the hard way;
A reformed man,
Having tasted prison life,
Will never want to taste it twice!
Are we prisoners,
Locked up within our own walls?
Mistakes after mistakes we commit,
Seems we never take heed to learn;
Till we are caged in solitary confinement,
Where we have all the time to think and repent;
Can we be like him :
A reformed prisoner?

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