Correctional Facility
by Ashok Niyogi
Imprisonment well programmed
Passes into one more term
To run concurrently
Until I decide to die
And in dying covet imprisonment
In greener grass
On the other side
Which I have trespassed
And in so doing
Have invited judgment
Passed in silence
By formless people
Living alien lives
In an unmarked
Trolley-bus
volume 11(6)
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Ashok Niyogi, all rights reserved.
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