No one, but nothing, heaves in sight
An endless, slog, to the, other end
Where cipher, seems, more infinite
There, rules of time, and, distance bend!
They had, to leave, whom, I called kin
Who waits, to watch, an old man, die
My faith, was a fear, my life, was, a sin
My only truth, cannot, be a lie!
I am done, with, pilgrimage, of age
How many yards, from, cradle to grave
Every beat, and breath, of, my outrage
Measures pain, that lingering, life’s bane, gave!
Who wanted, to be, immortal?
With a heart, to bleed, and a soul, to long
Thru wasteland, my life’s, last battle
That, Very Long… Last Furlong … !
© 2022 Vikas Chandra