About the poem
Black prison is a poem dedicated to the struggles and living conditions of people living in poverty.
What is this diffidence
blowing me away?
In this loud world,
Will they turn out to be a prey?
There is no escape.
Not a single ray of survival.
Who will help them? Who knows?
They will have to defend and protect themselves.
It seems like a cage with dampness
It appears to be a prison
Where light cannot be found.
Where the ruck have assimilated themselves
With darkness skillfully.
And are noticing every incident
With their eyes dismally.
Where they are standing with raining eyes
And tongues mute.
Where they are held like a corpse
Wearing a grave suit.
Prohibiting their hearts to let out its sway
Enslaved in chains for no damn a reason.
Where they can hear their chests pound
With the fear of death.
But still decline to not remain
In the sea of sour season.
Numerous constraints, numerous obstructions.
Numerous hurdles, infinite restrictions.
But still wide awake
Still alive, still at play.
Pulling over decaying rags,
Tracing distances with nothing in hands
Though charred in the boiling sun.
With empty bellies and kids in hands.
Spending their lives in rickety tents,
Bothering not to earn a pence.
Concealing their voices in their heart's
Want to lie unnoticed.
To grow and then die.
Where they feel that this world
Is not meant for them
But for the rich
To knock them off their tents.
Where all the efforts to lure them
Out of the trap fails.
Where all the hues have vanished,
And have made the world look pale.