Life's Walk Nyc Poem by Vera Sidhwa

When he did what he did,
When he had to, he still did what he did,
For that man who was trapped
In his life going nowhere,
Feeling absolutely nothing.
Feeling so very empty.
Feeling absolutely tired.

This man was born.
Then he lived
Then he died

Then he was thirsty
Then he was starved.
He thought
He talked
He argued

He was safe
He was endangered
He felt rage
Indifference
Passive care
Fake care
Smiles fake
Humanity at stake

So he smiled
Grinned
Danced
Smiled
Cried
Contorted
Exhorted
Extorted
Imprisoned
Ilusionary
Delusionary
Untrustworthy
Lazy
Uncontrollable
Not pious
Not Godly

But it happened one day,
That he met someone,
On that sidewalk he strolled,
Far away from the malaise
In his head.

But he wouldn't listen,
To the one who had spoken.

So that didn't work,
For the soul dead or alive,
Cannot be fouled,
By that engineer his own mind,
Who never thinks any good of himself of any kind.
But he tried other ways, to make himself happy so,

He danced
He sang
He sexed
He walked
He talked
He spoke
He yelled
He screamed
He abused
He refused

But finally he heard,
That other sidewalk person's fateful word.

That soft word, that soft word,
Would reach eternity,
He had never heard this word before,
It was known by the wise as self-love.

So now the sidewalk walker found serenity.
Traipsing down sidewalks,
Under the night lamps of New York City.