Closing his eyes to the world, Beating through the emotions hurled, Unaffected by the stone, Unafraid of being alone Comfortable with the peace in solitude, Filled with nothing but gratitude, For everything that he's been through, Until the moment he finally bid adieu Walking the path of isolation, Unmoved by the constant alienation, He takes the audacious plunge forward, Immune to the whispers of the dishonoured Looking through the streak of light ahead, No longer leaving things unsaid, Progressing along the path, fearless Comfortable in his absoluteness
By Ken Ahuja