Humans are social creatures, Not in such a small crowded cell, Still it seems so sad and lonely. Sun rises, sun goes down,
‘Then comes solitary evening. “Mail time,” yells everyone,
A guy in uniform passes my cell, Because for me there is none. Wish I could also receive a letter, Full of love, compassion and fun, From a friend or special someone. Christians have prison ministries, Enabling others to find girlfriends, Jewish have their own newspaper, Which gives names of friends to call.
Even the Muslims help each other, to hook you with some penal.
“Forgiveness” was the message of Guni Nanak,
Camally minded Sikhs don’t recall.
A cheerful word can bring joy to someone’s eyes,
Just as the lovely rainbow bring color to the skies,
Finally something hit me like a Stone,
Omnipresent, Omnipotent, Omniscient,
He is always with me, loves me so dearly,
For when I am weak, then lam strong,
And I am not alone.
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Article extracted from this publication >> October 7, 1994
