Misgivings Of A Broken Man

By Sahil Seemant

Call me wind if you do please

for i won't bother you in your pursuits.

Tranquil and peaceful be us say I,

as if the bad blood was erased.

The grieving takes us long

into the ever twinkling starry night.

I longed for love, yet only found betrayal

I wanted to belong, yet forsaken by my own.

A part of me is holding back tears,

as if they're beloved old friends.

I seek the eluding path to everlasting happiness,

yet the Gods have been rather unkind to me.

I breathe, wait and hope

for the piercing of the veil that holds me,

yet I fear I shall remain empty-handed.

A strange time this is,

when the deniers believe

the critics support and my family forsakes me.

Again I shall rise, from the embers of my past

to escape the inevitable and yet fall,

halfway to my destination, so near yet so far.

When the world fights a war,

only I shall remain behind,

as I lament my loss and fade away.

Let History remember me

as a pawn in a bigger game.

By Sahil Seemant