Like a widow with her undone braid
Inviting me for a woes’ discourse
I tread under her solemn shade
Passing by brothels’ open doors!

How moral is measure of sin
Why wilder is my cherished pain
My dark dogs bark in my mind’s coffin
How dare I cross my Memory Lane!

The zephyr smells of smoldering flesh
Left by the funeral of my heart
In the throes of throb, life, death, enmesh
Like the lost last symphony of Mozart!

Lest sun drown in the tears of sea
I hold it back in vain, alas
Night shrouds once more my rhapsody
I hear faint prayers of my funeral’s mass!

These miles won’t end nor their milestones
Remembrances of a lovelorn soul
My flesh kisses farewell to my bones
As I set out to pay life’s holy toll!

Dare I look back at time’s carnage
Mean legacy of my misery
I’ve lived my life beyond an age
Without my name in history!

Faith’s pilgrim on fear’s pilgrimage
Has found his triumph in defeat
In this passage of profound outrage
AN EVENING DOWN THE ELIOT STREET!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra