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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