How a life redeems a forlorn man
Forgotten by passage of time
Lost out of ethic caravan
A postcard of past’s paradigm!

So what if no one knocks my door
I knock it myself everyday
With whispers of yearnings galore
Of the wanderlust of a restless stray!

They mock at me who do not know
Life sings a song in still silence
In the farm of faith forget-me-nots grow
Trampling o’er time’s insolence!

A flock of lovelorn doves return
To the megalith of an unspent elf
My only joys are the myths I earn
The Letters I Write To Myself!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra