Black Waters


The sight of the matchbox like cells, 

Sent shivers down the spine. 

The name that was given, 

Resonated the fear to every dime. 


Each wall of the building, 

Echoed the cries of its occupants, 

Most of them writhed in pain, 

And some, lamenting their fate. 


The cries were so powerful, 

That even now the wails are heard, 

Through every single brick, 

And the strong iron rods. 


Pivotal part of the freedom struggle it was, 

Probably blessed with presence, 

Of great leaders and patriots, 

Who were housed behind the metal. 


‘Kaalapaani’ it was christened, 

Still stands tall, 

As a monument, that echoes 

The voices of the bravehearts.

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