'It is S-5, your berth', they told me.
'It doesn't matter', I said.

Be it S-5 or S-6,
It just doesn't matter.

'But the officials do', they said.
'You'll be behind bars', they warned.

As if I wasn't now!

Seldom do they understand,
where one stands-
behind or before.

Bars of iron, invisible,
All the more relentless,
Closing on my ankles,
shutting down my mind's eye.

So i go where they lead me,
I don't care, is all i can say.

Days have gone,
Years have fled by,
Still they lead me,
Still i follow.....