A Country Prison.
Don’t go there!
A voice wants.
It is gazey,
A tiny disobey makes it crazy!
Don’t come here!
A child of that voice scorns.
Then says, blend to the lowest!
Saying no will put you farthest.
Don’t walk between that there and this here!
The followers’ voices planted in the air.
Will policingly regulate you,
Mind it! The by walkers are quantifiably few!
O! Decided to get motionlessly poised?
Even your feet have a noise!
Remember, your standing shouldn’t produce identity,
If so, very existence has no guaranty!
Feet is yours but placed space is not!
Drink this notion, or shrunk your passion!
Thought you could have had but a thinking will be caught!
Disbelieve the reason because being a monk is equal to this nation!
Dr. U. Mahendran.
Nice try. Congratulations and keep writing!
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