Prisoner

Prisoner

I am a prisoner
of my conscience
a prisoner and captive
of my conviction

within the chambers of my mind
no iron bars, no walls around
I grapple with my inner voice
and become captive of
the whispers of the night

I navigate
the labyrinth of my inner self
in the sanctuary of my silent plea
and await that silent foot-step
through that enigmatic maze

I am frangible, fragile, and fallible
so, wish to live in solitude’s embrace
with hermit’s heart
that lonely plea echoes
“Come, set my spirit free”

In the quiet realm of solitude
I am now accustomed to the
company of silence
a captive soul looking to be freed
with a flicker of hope.

——Shiv Om Rana——

30 December 2023

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About Shiv Rana

Retirement life is a series of transition: from Olive Green to civvies, being woken up by a buddy to fetching morning milk from the milk booth. And now trying to adjust with crackling bones.
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