This is a black and white image of praying hands. For me, this image captures raw pain, loss, regret and repentance which are themes my poem explores.

I have no Piper’s charm but still, my errors trail
Like rats, they swallow me without a trace of grace
And you see a fragmented ship without a sail

The mirror now reflects a bearded, nettled face
A life filled with vicissitudes and seething hate
Like rats, it swallows me without a trace of grace

I can’t do anything to stop this storm of fate
I’m shifted by the current, and I hit the rocks
A life filled with vicissitudes and seething hate

The jester laughs, and a deranged oppressor mocks
I lose my footing, and I rupture my weak bones
I’m shifted by the current, and I hit the rocks

The children sling a heap of mud and pointed stones
My song grows weary, and I reel, about to fall
I lose my footing, and I rupture my weak bones

I never walked with giants or stood strong and tall
I have no Piper’s charm but still, my errors trail
This song grows weary, and I reel, about to fall
And you’ll see a fragmented ship without a sail

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)

2 Replies to “A terzanelle of regret”

  1. Bloody hell – if that’s not a classic I don’t know what could be. You’re a master craftsman, Nitin, not because you can do the form, but because you can also do the poetry.

    1. Thank you so much Bruce. Coming from you, that means so much! I try and there are times when I make mistakes, or write things that I’m not satisfied with. But it’s the journey in the end that matters. Regardless of where this path takes me, I’ve realized that I must cherish both the ups and downs.

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