He Who Fell Poem by Nikhil Sharad

On the porch
Of my palace,
Overlooking the gorge
The jovial flame dances
Blissful in my lamp
On arrival of her love,
The singing breeze,
that descends anxiously
through forest of cedar.

The light flickers
On a cold stone wall,
Upon which is cast
My pale shadow
Gloomy as the eclipsed heart
Of the sullen beast
That roams alone
In the canyon ridden in dark.

He cries senseless
begging pardon from a deaf god.
While the contented flame sways
In her beloved’s embrace
Blind to the pain
Mete out to he who crawls
Weary in the groves
Shrieking and howling
All by himself
On the never-ending quest
For the long lost companion
He once lit in his lamp.