In an effort to make me a socially responsible manager, my b-school took me to the New Bilibid Prison in the Philippines. This exercise was a fun learning experience from those who the society looks down upon. It is interesting how one can get motivated by those, who have no reason to live. The prison residents – seeking reformation – were a pleasant host who welcomed their international audience in their own style. Some in words and stories, while others in local cultural art forms.
This writing is a narrative of what a prisoner’s diary may edge.
A walk on the wet grass,
At the crack of dawn.
I look at the rising sun,
And find myself anew.
Yesterday is a past,
The past was my learning.
I move ahead – in Life and Society,
I move towards a new beginning.
A new day unfolds,
A new hope I behold.
“I will hold your hand and walk with you”
– whispered the soul in me, whispered God.
Faith and Passion will take me far,
Far on the road to realization.
Even though things may fall apart,
Dear Guitar – be my companion – in light and dark.
Music will be my nature,
Its energy shall set me Free –
Free from fear and apprehensions of others’ perceptions of me.
I am the creator of now and future,
I will lead myself to light.
Peace shall here prevail
And in that blissful moment I shall discover a new me.