Behind the iron grill  of chequers ,

beneath the tiny shadow of imagery,

tweeted a tiny sparrow every morning

with shrilling notes of high  pitch,

in her  sweet voice and harmony…

He who lived across the wall,

He loved the pure voice of hers,

which was the only reason for his smile returned,

enclosed within the chambers dark,

this euphony was his spirit to embark…

Gold coloured when outside was,

his dwelling still remained black,

the moment beautiful notes reached his ears,

the morose turned into a resilient…

Decades of his  life passed thus,

inside the walls of the prison,

the mundane of the little bird,

remained same with that of the sordid  prisoner….

One morn,

the aureate rays dawned,

surprisingly reaching to the darkened nook,

illuminating the sides of wall,

with refreshing air of  love…

Contrary to the routine,

the unseen bird was nowhere seen,

silence gripped the bare walls,

the sun rays today touched the …

captive’s soul…

freeing him from the dull cell…

to be liberated from the trussed  earthly  chains….