Grand Reward

In this dingy room shed was light in dirty chrome.
It was emitted from the ceiling thro’ a dusty dome.
Broom had forgotten it for a time, eternal.
Cobwebs were holding dead and dying insects, nocturnal.
That rectangle on the floor was called a mattress.
To sleep on this "comfort" was sheer strain and stress.
With great effort, a book was tried to be read.
But, attention was on the ants around a crumb of bread.
Concentration giving a slip, eyes went blank.
Waves of thought were trying to reach their bank.
Far, far away, the clock struck two of midnight.
The most sought after sleep was giving a valiant fight.
Sun started to see from the "so called" window of his room.
Jumping out of bed, he rushed towards the loom.
Breach of punctuality invited longer hours of work.
This penalty could be called his punishment’s perk!
He was serving life sentence without a murmur.
It was his grand reward for being timid and sober.
Extremely simple was his style of weaving the threads of life.
Little did he know that he would be back stabbed without a knife?!
Breach of trust and faith from most trusted, landed him in this cell.
"Hang till death" can only relieve him from this hell.