Prison to Pearl

I am –
No, we are
For no longer I feel alone
Strangely, there is togetherness
That surrounds me
Wrapping me
With warmth
And increasing in my soul
That poise
The quietness in my heart
Sense of comfort in mind –

We are
Trapped and imprisoned
With cunning motions
And crafty resolutions
That the so called crazy
Democracy
The seven blind
From the seventy dumb
Weave together
Through sly scheme
Like the spider web

But we
Like that trapped
Raindrop grow
Gradually into a pearl
Of great price
That could neither
Be destroyed, nor
Ignored, waiting in our prison
For forty years like Mandela
To guide the nation
That had bled for too long

Henry Victor 14.02.2008