He dances around the pit in vain arrogance,
Sure of himself, that he wouldn't fall in,
Justifying his every move, his every stance,
Until that fateful day when he takes a peek,
It takes not a moment to fall in,
And he falls, headfirst,
Into that abyss that's trapped millions,
All afflicted by that delusion,
That they lie above it,
Each having considered,
The ones within as lesser beings,
He rejoices the thrill of the fall,
Lands with a thud but forgets his pain,
Resuming his dance when within,
Unaware even that he's fallen deep,
He merely relishes all he sees,
He loses track of time,
Forgetting life outside the pit,
His days, his nights, even his dreams,
Confined to the pit,
He loses track of the days that roll by,
The darkness masking his hairs that've greyed,
He continues to dance within,
Sedated by the delusion that he is happy,
While rats of harm chew off,
A part of him each day,
Until one day when truth overtakes,
Confronting his now miserable self,
And he cries, head down, hanging in shame,
He looks back in time and vows to climb,
Out of the ravine that’s confined his soul,
He now hears cries of his friends,
Echoes of caring voices,
That'd shouted through the years,
Calling out to his soul that'd muted its ears,
He shuts his earns in agony,
But can hear clearly now,
And he begins his climb,
When his heart is too tired to pump further,
When his lungs are too old to breathe,
And his limbs are too weak to move,
And while his coils wither, ready to drop,
He drags it up the ladder he climbs,
Up towards the surface, where death awaits too -
He completes the climb and death smiles,
Taking a seat beside him,
He struggles t breathe and heaves a sigh,
Hoping to be carried away
His body succumbs and he wishes to die,
But something sticks onto it,
Like a cloth's tip on a nail,
Refusing to release the spirit,
From its lifelong misery,
Death takes a nap while his panting slows down,
And a smile plays upon his lips,
A smile not of triumph, but relief,
That he had a friend beside,
A friend who'd wait, to take him hand in hand,
When his last few days end,
The sun's scorching heat and its blazing shine,
Seem dim before his wisdom,
They all flock to him,
For guidance and help,
And he gladly gives them away,
--------
End 1*:
He's climbed out, yes,
But the shadows of misery,
Refuse to leave his eyes,
Even now, after years of peace,
And bathing in the light of the sun,
He knows now, as he's known forever,
That there' just one absolution,
When his friend who rests by his side,
Wakes and takes him away
--------
End 2:
He waits in patience as the light of the sun,
Bathes his wretched soul,
Healing his wounds and patching his skin,
Slowly to health again,
Those who come, seeking his help,
He sees their painful plight,
That all of them have been in there,
In pits of their own mistakes,
He's made the climb, he's taught them how,
And they'll now teach their friends,
While he sits back, redeemed and pure,
While death awaits his time.
*I've been taught by a writer I take inspiration from, that death must never be suggested as a solution, but for some reason, this poem led me there and to capture the train of thought that came to me, I let it be.
I am no guide, I can be wrong, and in deference to the words of the man who taught me, I write the second ending for all who take this poem seriously.
I started writing this poem on 5.2.2017 at DIY Patil Stadium at 6:15am or so, but the poem took a detour, ending in something else. The two endings written here were composed by 4:08pm on 19.2.2017 when I was looking for unpublished poems to update and publish on my blog at C504, H13, IIT Bimbay.
Sure of himself, that he wouldn't fall in,
Justifying his every move, his every stance,
Until that fateful day when he takes a peek,
It takes not a moment to fall in,
And he falls, headfirst,
Into that abyss that's trapped millions,
All afflicted by that delusion,
That they lie above it,
Each having considered,
The ones within as lesser beings,
He rejoices the thrill of the fall,
Lands with a thud but forgets his pain,
Resuming his dance when within,
Unaware even that he's fallen deep,
He merely relishes all he sees,
He loses track of time,
Forgetting life outside the pit,
His days, his nights, even his dreams,
Confined to the pit,
He loses track of the days that roll by,
The darkness masking his hairs that've greyed,
He continues to dance within,
Sedated by the delusion that he is happy,
While rats of harm chew off,
A part of him each day,
Until one day when truth overtakes,
Confronting his now miserable self,
And he cries, head down, hanging in shame,
He looks back in time and vows to climb,
Out of the ravine that’s confined his soul,
He now hears cries of his friends,
Echoes of caring voices,
That'd shouted through the years,
Calling out to his soul that'd muted its ears,
He shuts his earns in agony,
But can hear clearly now,
And he begins his climb,
When his heart is too tired to pump further,
When his lungs are too old to breathe,
And his limbs are too weak to move,
And while his coils wither, ready to drop,
He drags it up the ladder he climbs,
Up towards the surface, where death awaits too -
He completes the climb and death smiles,
Taking a seat beside him,
He struggles t breathe and heaves a sigh,
Hoping to be carried away
His body succumbs and he wishes to die,
But something sticks onto it,
Like a cloth's tip on a nail,
Refusing to release the spirit,
From its lifelong misery,
Death takes a nap while his panting slows down,
And a smile plays upon his lips,
A smile not of triumph, but relief,
That he had a friend beside,
A friend who'd wait, to take him hand in hand,
When his last few days end,
The sun's scorching heat and its blazing shine,
Seem dim before his wisdom,
They all flock to him,
For guidance and help,
And he gladly gives them away,
--------
End 1*:
He's climbed out, yes,
But the shadows of misery,
Refuse to leave his eyes,
Even now, after years of peace,
And bathing in the light of the sun,
He knows now, as he's known forever,
That there' just one absolution,
When his friend who rests by his side,
Wakes and takes him away
--------
End 2:
He waits in patience as the light of the sun,
Bathes his wretched soul,
Healing his wounds and patching his skin,
Slowly to health again,
Those who come, seeking his help,
He sees their painful plight,
That all of them have been in there,
In pits of their own mistakes,
He's made the climb, he's taught them how,
And they'll now teach their friends,
While he sits back, redeemed and pure,
While death awaits his time.
*I've been taught by a writer I take inspiration from, that death must never be suggested as a solution, but for some reason, this poem led me there and to capture the train of thought that came to me, I let it be.
I am no guide, I can be wrong, and in deference to the words of the man who taught me, I write the second ending for all who take this poem seriously.
I started writing this poem on 5.2.2017 at DIY Patil Stadium at 6:15am or so, but the poem took a detour, ending in something else. The two endings written here were composed by 4:08pm on 19.2.2017 when I was looking for unpublished poems to update and publish on my blog at C504, H13, IIT Bimbay.
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