Pen on paper and 

Something flourishes,

Art so venturous

That a Monday needing

Mundane heart

Heartily nourishes. 

 

When systematic changes

Individually bombards,

Prescribed medications and

Tranquilizers are injected

To bring anxious minds

Back to being calm. 

 

Individual artistic sounds

From around the corridors,

Collaboratively opens

The heart's closed doors,

Providing soulful music

That'd never fall sick. 

 

Dripping colors on pages

And mind-boggling scribblings

By thought-provoking sages

Who'd assuredly inspire

Several coming years,

And their caged peers.

 

Curious eyes peeping

Outside the window

To metaphorically

Mention a call for help

Through moving sketches

And musings interflow.

 

Wardens were aware

How to neurologically

And relievedly prepare 

An enrolled newcomer

Into the routine life 

Of a reborn naive. 

 

Some stayed and never left,

Aging pale and bereft,

While some drastically

Improved in days

Only to find their ways

Out to stalled good-days. 

 

Through their immersive

And intellectual art,

They threw impactful

And noticeable darts

At appointed doctors

And related visitors.

 

Finding stuffed pages

Of poetry and paintings

Were daily norms,

They knew eachother

Distinctly and practically

As if they lived in dorms. 

 

The premises stood tall,

And pooled mentally sick

People who seemed to crawl,

Back to gaining concentration

For them to live humanely

Under required moderation. 

 

Some cases were adjourned

Until forever, while some

Were put back together;

Some were torn apart,

While some sought their

Solace in pure art. 

 

Subjected for a personal cause

With an inevitable pause,

It was unknowingly an 

Institute performing fine arts

Within closed doors and 

Close observation.