Me & My Jailmate

Original Date of Creation : 03/OCT/2K1

It was raining when I entered da jailgate,
'n was astonished by da wlecome given by my jailmate.
He was stuborn, lean and thin,
'n had a huge scar from his forehead to chin.


He was there for da murder he hadn't comitted,
but, was sentenced 15 yrs, per the proofs submitted.
He din't feel sorry, nor did he feel like a looser,
he was far from the world, but, felt his heart closer.


I had dilematic viewpoint, as the way he stood,
he was fuelled with revenge, like a snake wid a raised hood.
He had dat charisma, dat I cudn't explore,
he shook wid me, hands, before I cud think of more.


I told him for wat I was in jail,
dat i flicked off a guy, who tried to rob me off the rails.
He had something to tell me, and a reason to hide,
he sat there motionless, as if he expected me by his side.


We were togather now, for almost 5 years,
and I knew him as much as I did on da first rendezvous,
But, I knew in my heart that I had to care,
dis wasn't me; it all was said by his deceptive glare .


The times were real hard and were not giving enough,
with my Faith in him, so strong, and no one so near.
The day came when I was standing outside the jailgate,
'n I cud see dat thin guy, wid same old grin on his face,
whom I called - 'My Jailmate'.