Fool Among Men... Poem by Praveen Wilson

Words cut through the veil of silence,
echoes of pain reverberate frailly
through the agonizing void.
Gaping wounds none so mortal,
bleeds no blood, but the soul-forsaken.

Lost in the endless desert,
scorching sun stranded
in the naked blue sky,
no flock of clouds-white or gray,
burning sands, sear through flesh.

Crawl to the distant horizon,
seek the green haven.
A pursuit in vain;
for the desert is a trickster,
luring men, weak men, men who crave,
with seducing mirage, they snare.

Him, a mere fool among men,
cradled a withered flower,
and promises it feigned.
promise of the pretty valley,
where bloomed a million lilies,
air infused with fragrance,
breeze that caress,
and trees that dance.

Him, a mere fool among men,
consumed by his ignorance.
Held to the claims lied,
of what had long died.