The undertrial

in limbo

neither convicted nor discharged

a chained animal but with no expectations of tricks to perform, only a mandate to be controlled

hunched in the wait for the verdict,

shriveled with guilt, panged by a life he could have lived

i abhorred him, his rotten clothes, his soiled and cracked feet

i felt privileged, at watching him and of my freedom

i felt envious, wanted to swap places

and live in visible chains