Exile

In Heaven, when exiled

We long in melancholy,

Our mortal life on earth,

That was neither winged nor free

 

This longing, for the roses

The cloudy days and sun,

Is for all that we had lost,

Even though we had won

 

For the smiles we never saw,

The tears we never dried,

The unheard sniffles, sobs

And the voices that had sighed

 

For the thunder days that passed

When we never drenched our heart,

For all those lonely stops

When we never made a start

 

For all those unwrit lines,

The poems and the songs,

For all the rights bypassed

For the gilded lonely wrongs

 

But most of all, we long for

A past though harsh, unkind

For that little part of ourselves

That we had left behind

 

The little part who saw beyond

The truths and all the lies,

He who never cared,

To wear a fake disguise

The little part that never cared

For rules of heaven, earth

For who, existence was enough

More than death or birth

 

And who still is happy, smiling

In his little world of glee,

Who achieved all and more

That we could never be…

 

28^th Feb’2023