Indifference Poem by Anurag Talukdar

Indifference is a bliss when rage is rampant.
I hide in the spaces amongst the crowd,
A faceless escapist I am,
Settling for mediocrity.
You were special,
Or that's what I presumed.
Now we are latitudes apart,
Having no contact for decades.
You win accolades, you win laurels.
I often see your pictures in the morning newspapers.
I stare at those pictures for long,
A wave of jealousy sweeps across my soul.
Not for the accolades you win,
But the man who holds your arms,
Wearing the ring that I had returned to you.