Let me be

When friends forsake, and foes say they’re sweet friends,
I walk the same old dusty corridors,
And having jettisoned grace, there’s no place
Except the same decrepit walls – this cell;
This place of hopelessness and dying grit
And age to age fades into scraps of worth,
So let me be and don’t come near with feigns
And forgeries of trust and love because
This poor defeated place is worn, but still
A window shows you beneath your frontage –
A plague ruined by deceit and icy hate
And I no longer look at great facades
When all they do is hide deceased rubble.
One day I hope the mountains welcome me
And fate to fate flicks burdens, yielding hope
And then the joys of being alone (not lonely)
Rests hurting pasts and fallen presents with
The freedom to breathe, live and simply be.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)

6 responses

  1. Beautifully written as always, Nitin. This poem is very eloquent and all the words are incredibly powerful. I like the distinction betwen alone and lonely. That is so true: “And then the joys of being alone (not lonely)”. The closing lines are perfect.

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