Recluse Poem by vijay menon

Deep pain gnaws him
He finds himself in a
morbid state of mind

Difficult to grapple
With his perilous predicament
Losing his beloved
Whom he loved so much

He seeks solace in solitude
The landscape of his life
Is now drab and colorless

He feels being
Slowly mauled by sadness
Always on the move
Like a recluse

Lumbering in a desolate
Torrid desert, his
Hair disheveled

Unkempt face
like a mendicant
Even a sign of good hope
Seems a distant dream for him