I have no inkling, nor much is left for me to care
If these words find your eyes or dissolve in the air
The stark truth is a monolith – sole, jagged and vast
The day that I lost you, the world’s shadow was cast.
Now they call me strong, that I stand like a stone
Few know I am hardened by the grief I have known
It forged a hollow strength, armor of a ruined man
More than your loss, what else can inflict same pain!
I crave no wealth, also I seek neither name nor fame
My frank admission, success and failure taste the same
This mundane life; a penance served in sweat and dust
I drown myself in mindless toil because I must, …I must.
A life built on terra firma, high & strong but dead inside
I survived the end of the world but nowhere left to hide
The fire of ambition and joy of life have turned into ash
Neither acclaim really lift the spirit nor the glint of cash.
I am “strong” by the metric of all that I can now bear
Silently walking in a world where you are nowhere near
Yet in every silence, your memories spontaneously creep
Of love, longing and pain that I no longer wish to keep.
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