DESPAIR

DESPAIR
When fellowmen elude,
Loneliness of mind,
Mars a hopeful heart,
And moulds a corpse out of an awaiting mind,
Life, a barren desert,
Thoughts, a worthless exercise of the mind,
None listens to his body whimper,
His benumbed body experiences death in a living world,
Worldly ills gnaw the core of his being,
And darkens the radiance of divinity,
And lulls to eternal sleep,
The once vibrant throb,
Oh! What a great slain of life?
A deliberate murder of hope,
To let it depart untimely,
But cheering the songs of the soul,
‘Tis destiny, the ignorant consoles himself,
His rebuffed soul meekly asks:
To whom have I surrendered,
Not before you my adversary,
To my maker’s design,
That chalks the course of grief,
Clad in the glory of the setting sun,
Occasionally he relives the bygone days,
But fails, his aims disintegrated,
His goal unfulfilled,
But somewhere in the stillness,
His aching heart still throbs,
For him, his cherished days lie enveloped in darkness,
Makes a vain search for a way out,
The residue- a corpse like body and soul,
With hopes buried in unfathomable despair,
His soul, a plaything in the hands of loneliness,
Instincts make it act, not the heart,
Which imparts glow and glitter even to dull silence,
Dimly far to revive, his body and soul for debate,
All his labour’s lost,
Just a junk in the eyes of the world,
His body, like a droplet,
Which mimics the vessel that shelters it,
Awaits alteration through alien source,
To tread afresh the path untrodden.