Strong as an iron bar he smashed misery out of his life.
Friendships have broken, dreams have been shattered, he treated ’em all as a baseball and hit it hard enough for making a home run.
His home being whichever valley had the right breeze then.
He moved on…time and again,
without losing the smile.
Nobody could suck the beaming spirit out of his body. Nobody!
He could still cross fences of desolation, and fortify the pillars of trust.
Wanderer, he, had come across different brands of humans in his expedition,
And he knew what farewell meant.
And yet he didn’t. When it came to her.
The new chapter took away the words that described her,
Glued to that ink-less void, he sat petrified, as people, life and time lapsed.
Days flew him to some valley’s breeze, some mountain offered a hand,
Time wrapped him in a new face,
The cold world solidified him again,
Only this time, he could not be less brittle.