The life he leads

He walks a boulevard of wistful reverie
I watch him smoking, reading pensive books
With eyes that dart but strangely cannot see

He’s lost his hope, but yearns to calm the sea:
Capricious, wild — it rages in those looks
He walks a boulevard of wistful reverie

He blames his fate and tumult won’t let be
Such men are not redeemed from scars and hooks
With eyes that dart but strangely cannot see

He frets and moves, I’m just glad he’s not me
The lines he reads are anchors: broken rooks
He walks a boulevard of wistful reverie

He’s lost his smile; he’s paid his life a fee
Of fractured promises and selfish nooks
With eyes that dart but strangely cannot see

He lives alone, does not know unity
I know he thinks we’re time bound, hopeless mooks
He walks a boulevard of wistful reverie
With eyes that dart but strangely cannot see

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2017)

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