Yet one more mile; eternal chase…
How many more, till the toil is done
If hope ain’t lie, nor pain, malaise
Estranged why I, to life’s liaison!
If I be, a pawn of destiny
My deeds, all slaves, to a prophecy
Then why, I live a litany
Replete with, myths of hypocrisy!
Why mind succumbs, to heart’s tenet
Yet soul defies, faith’s sacrament
I lost my being, to a stray silhouette
The phantom, of a man, misspent!
Would outlast me, relics of my dreams?
I prized to death, to pay life’s toll
I ain’t that man, unscathed who seems
What’s more, I Linger In My Splintered Soul!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra