Looking through the window I see, the clouds of dusk,
People bustling around, with the weapons of tusk.
Away from family, prisoned for no reason,
I pay the price, of neither murder nor treason.
Leaning against the walls of the jail,
I wonder, are my children also eating food this stale?
Oh lord! What were my sins for which I am being severely punished?
Even a glimpse of such hatred, brutal visuals leave me astonished.
I ponder for hours, thinking of the hardships my children might be facing,
And sit with a heavy heart, on this notion gazing.
Dejected at the thought of not being there for them,
A matter of concern and an issue to condemn.
In a place where no woman is allowed out of the house.
How will my children be surviving with probably no food and a mother with no spouse?
Every night I dream of the same dream,
Being happy with family, my eyes oh! How they gleam.
Never did I aspire to have a life like this,
A longing to go back home seems nothing but an unfulfilled bliss.
Will I ever see my beautiful children or my loving wife?
Or just get to hear the shrilling cries of people pierced with a knife?
Is there any dawn to this so long night of plight?
Where I can hold my children again in my arms real tight.
My heart yearns for going back to times- when laughter was no stranger, under the sky blue
Just to embrace my family one last time before, to life, I bid adieu.
As inspired by the character Nurullah from the movie “The Breadwinner”
A poem depicting his possible anguish and thoughts during his time in jail.
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