Is That You?A Poem by Ishan SadwelkarFor a lost friend.____________________________________________ That’s you Ravaging in the streets Cold as a morning whisper Dead and novel Raped by the false trap of eternity Because life gave you Nothing but infected skies and decayed walls To hang your goals and mistakes on We all Cried in this same country Exchanged gifts as a ritual Treated each festival as routine Spoke about our brittle marriage with faith Clapped after each failure With static eyes and unfinished sentences That’s you Lost in your own epilogue A strange aftermath A creature thrown onto a wall Maybe only a reason to be withdrawn From the usual pangs of reality That’s you Fittingly in the streets Vanishing like the smoke of a factory A spot of dust in a see-through atmosphere. © 2010 Ishan SadwelkarFeatured Review
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