Behind the bars every thing is so calm,
Routine work is to do with a winter scarf, Jailer is on the round on his  routine,
And am changed via metal rings in a que going towards canteen ,  
Now taking plates & heading towards meal distribution,
Suddenly a quarrel started between 2 gang mafias in front of centre of rehabilitation,
These fights are common like morning and sunset,
Am here without any reason only just for a ****** & a kidnapping yet,
Now it's the time for checking & inspection of my little dark cage,
It's messed up as always  like am in teenage,
Its the playground time,
2 person came to me from my parallel cage line,
Told me about there breakout plan,
i refused to them cuz they don't even have the jail's blueprint & arranged a minivan,
Time to go back to my little lonely cell,
as per my personal routine it's the time when I write under low light with my pen,
Write daily happenings in rhymes, I also write about my happy past life but only sometimes,
The sun is under the horizon, Its time for day's last meal with change of inspection officer in section C prison,
Time to go bed putting aside my pen and copy,
Tomorrow morning I'll start again my day with my hobby.