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May 2020
I have lost my writings
The boat has left without me
A cloistered room aboard holds me
A prison cell is cold and lonely
Fishes swim easily
I say this is heavenly

Swans vanish into the fog
Coming out as cygnets
Like ships set out in triplets and fleets
Soon, my message will reach
Heaven!

These are two years
Behind a four by four cell
I wish we were diamonds
Hard to find
A living hell.

They searched for me
In waters of doom and turgid waves
Swallowing all the whales
I gasped for breath and prayed with each
There's no heaven.

The seas released me
Down by the starboard
A comrade of mine eats his warm bread
Fixated on stars
Heavens must need me

He may have remembered
The constellations each night
With only his eyes and no map
We are diamonds, easy to cherish
Hell, isn't it?

Water lay bare and my escape stared
My eyes felt the daring glance
Of the guards who fulminated
As I went alone with the diamonds, hard to carry
I say this is heavenly, sarcastically
A hint of facetiousness
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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