Stone laid firm. Bricked in – Unable to turn. Each weathered Gray. Quiet – Unable to say. Cobble, Marble & Basalt. All look alike – Unable to revolt. Grey, Greyer & Greyest. All monotone – Unable to become the greatest. A foot path they are For those who belong behind bars. Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
Art of Cimeries 