T (no first name) Wignesan

If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world
Will one know one exists under this sun
Or how will he guess he's the only one
If none thought of him in some other world

Will he then climb upon some hill all bold
To announce: Where is there another son
Not just the wayward scowling wind undone
By thunder - great tyrant out to scold

Alone bears this man the pain of mankind
Left to look for answers in porous sky
None else around to guide his erring hand

If he but an instant shut his lone mind
Even an attosecond long gone by
Will earth and sky stay true not second hand.

© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2013