Grace found
Grace-II
Grace found its
accommodation,
When love found its way.
Walls do not shatter, ever,
Once built, whatever you pay.
Grace colours them, with
passion,
Making them stand in hope’s
way.
Grace, you are the colour,
I coloured, with you my life’s
way,
The wall of my
incarceration.
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