An Unending Vexation Poem by Ankita poet

Once upon a time, in a far away place
In a village of seven hills and seven lakes
There was this handsome lad,
His eyes bright and face glad
In the morning sun he basked,
In the evenings he played
Happy spring cheered his soul
While autumn made him joyous
And stream was but a lovely opus
He brimmed with joy in every season
His soul was content for no reason.

Until a day when his world turned
All the joys had his heart shunned
That was the day he got a taste of glory
And was all set write a different story
With eyes starry and heart pure no more
Tainted with avarice he left for far away shores
Time raced and years passed,
No one heard again from this lad.

Now, stewing in his own paradise,
He became a big name already
But was numb to the cool breeze
And deaf to cuckoo’s melody
Though he could listen to jingle of coins
His savior, his god, his life
His world’s deity divine
What goes, for sure comes around
Coz fate is a clever friend
It twists lives and makes the world go round.

One day, He chanced on his old place
Still same except for one deserted cottage
Reduced to a forgotten grave expecting none
Ah! That ruined thing was his sweet abode once.
Still, he kept knocking with a false anticipation.

He wiped tears all by himself
Alas! His gold hummock gave no solace
Silver plates failed to gratify
And silken bed was too a menace
But he only had chosen this path,
Also, there was none left to blame.

Look! there he walks alone
That king of glory who adorns a throne
But without a hand to wipe that tear
Without anyone to hug him near
His life has only isolation
His bed of roses will always hurt
It is rather an unending vexation.