WANDERER
Far away from the lands you don’t know
Comes a wanderer
Like an aimless arrow pitched through the bow
In pursuit of happiness
Give him a roof — a shelter he will disown
After the night is over to discover
What your eyes can never foresee
He will tell you a story
Story of the king who lost the battle
Between lands and glory
For he was owned by the throne
To vow for the seven deadly sins
Except for gluttony and sloth
And fight like a gladiator
In an arena where blood was the colour
Painting the deeds of his honour
Finally to discover a day that scattered
His reign over the kingdom
Where his men raped his wife
And killed the heir in her womb
With only breathe in his lungs
He escaped through the jungle
Days and nights cried till his wounds gave up
The pain in the eyes, the grief in the cries
And this time he vowed to own his life
The morning showed the day
The wanderer was on his way
Yet again to find another roof
To narrate the same story
To find a new audience
For he never owned the glory
Rather the glory owned him
Snatched and mutilated
And now he realizes
That nothing in this world is or
Ever will be his
Whatever exists is a temporary reality
Waiting to escape from his palms
If and when resisted by
Will tear through his skin
Leaving only scars as memory in his eyes
Like that of the memory the stars
Have been portraying since million years by
A serenade that will haunt you till you die
Just see and engrave what is soothing to your eyes
For that is something you will never own
And hence attachment in your heart
Will never be sewn.
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