Conundrum poem Alok


Never too close, you were
to my heart,
the heart which could not
be close to my soul,
and soul
which couldn’t be mine ever.

What had I to lose?
What best could I get?
And who defines
the loss and gain?
Pleasure and pain?

Wilderness is sane
and sanity in vain…
of the world
I live
(and he left way before).