This poem is my entry for Tata Literature Live! The Mumbai Litfest 2018.
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Death of the Ambitious Man
Head down he walks,
Burdened by his wants and thoughts.
Excludes himself from the chai shop talk,
As the toothless wrinkled shopkeeper offers him a Gold Flake.
His spirit seems crushed,
Like the crashed stock market,
As his mind greedily tries to grasp,
The next aim of his life.
Music seems too frivolous,
And poetry effeminate,
It's been ages since his eyes,
Nurtured pearls of joy.
Unable to mingle with old and young,
That evening he walks alone,
To his beloved home,
On the well-lit, clean and lonely street.
- The Last Nomad
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Follow this link to vote for the poem: http://wshe.es/HSIgBUlx
- The Last Nomad
If you like it, vote for me by following this link (http://wshe.es/HSIgBUlx) and pressing the green-coloured 'Vote' button.
******
Death of the Ambitious Man
Head down he walks,
Burdened by his wants and thoughts.
Excludes himself from the chai shop talk,
As the toothless wrinkled shopkeeper offers him a Gold Flake.
His spirit seems crushed,
Like the crashed stock market,
As his mind greedily tries to grasp,
The next aim of his life.
Music seems too frivolous,
And poetry effeminate,
It's been ages since his eyes,
Nurtured pearls of joy.
Unable to mingle with old and young,
That evening he walks alone,
To his beloved home,
On the well-lit, clean and lonely street.
- The Last Nomad
*****
Follow this link to vote for the poem: http://wshe.es/HSIgBUlx
- The Last Nomad
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