Existence Poem by Harish Srinivasan

Each dawn, first light embraced my eyes,
I wonder what has survived me;
Oh that my existence, it still does.
To continue a day afresh,
after all that soaked in my flesh,
I force my captured soul to glee.

Scores of my match,
I wish to reset
and allow new goals to hatch;
But exhausted of facts
stitched some newer pacts,
abandoned my perception in threat.

I wish and wait for a morning,
where the light embraced is not mine,
but a clone sans my memory line;
He shall start the day afresh
and hold this fort in the same old flesh,
and force no more in aborning.