Echoes In Guantanamo

If only; he whispered
behind his bars of steel.
If only, another chance to trick fate,
make a deal or try to escape!
But it was just a dream
and his fate was sealed.

And so went by the monsoon moon,
The winter snow & the summer bloom
Yet, not an eye could unseal his fate.
Not a key, could unlock his gates;
From the anguish of his haunting pain,
Locked away in cold steel chains, he remains.

Yet he goes on, day after day
In ignorance of death and decay.
Hoplessly longing for a soul to brace,
Friend, foe or even an unknown face.
‘Just one more chance’, he whispers,
‘If only!’