Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
The heavenly Prison
Your dark skin, Nita, is my prison,
Beyond which I don’t see any beam.
Your wordless words are its lock
Beyond which I don’t hear any din.
There are like me many prisoners,
Who serve in you for a life time,
Whereas I shall till death takes me.
That the freedom is heaven
Is disproved by your prison.
22.11.2002
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black