THE SONG OF THE SOUL OF THE PARTY
by Deepak Menon
The intensity of the blow which has
NOT FALLEN YET,
Has crushed me from within with
ITS IMPENDING THREAT,
Has ulcerated my mind, body, soul
Reduced my existence to despair
AN UNDYING DEATH.
**
For die I can not, nor
EVEN DESPAIR STILL,
Tho' bent within and knotted without
OF SHATTERED WILL,
I must forever crawl, however cringing, towards
the dawn of hope always hidden beyond
THE NEXT HILL.
**
But hope of what, I dare not even
CONTEMPLATE,
Each victory won, does, to
EQUAL LOSS RELATE,
To cherish hope is to shatter hopes
The face of doomed love is
CLOAKED WITH HATE,
**
So close I my mind in
AN IRON BOX,
So turn I my heart
INTO COARSE ROCK,
So paint I my face into
A WOODEN SMILE,
Stifling the pain with
LAUGHTER AND TALK.
Deepak Menon
