xxiv. the orphan

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I was born to a tumultuous sky,

under the gaze of the watchful stars

and the beckoning of a storm struck sea

the cold winds, my armor, vigilantly blanketing me

snuffing the cries of a helpless new born

unknown to all, but these forces of creation

in this hopeless, yet inutile world.


I was risen by those rendered to similar fates,

those left to wander the unmapped niches

of this limitless miracle we call the cosmos.

those, unbounded by rules and precepts,

those whom you malevolently shun,

those whose paths you fervently hope not to cross,

those whom you deem filthy and fraudulent,

those whom you know not, to be

the saviours of my fated life.


And with these hallowed companions

I meander, for I am, but a rootless orphan.

I travel, not to tour like the opulent,

but to be one with the colossal universe.

I eat, not to indulge and pamper my tongue,

but to fuel this feeble and mortal cage

of tangible flesh that homes my life.


I love, not for flagrancy and somatic wants

but for the high of being endeared and required

for in our world of not being heeded

a trace of love is a miracle welcome, but unasked for.

I live, not for spectacles and leisure

but to comprehend the most of this gift,

the gift of being that I am the fortunate recipient of.


I spurn the pity and frugal help you offer me,

for you think I am doomed, poor and parent less.

You, my far observer couldn't be more erroneous

for in my rusted bowl and rags, there is abundant richness

for in my soot filled face, there is boundless radiance

for in my stunted back and sorrowful stoop,

there is endless and soulful pride,

and in my weakness and starvation there is draconian strength.


For I believe I was not risen of earthly mortals,

I was fathered by the sea, the stars and the sky,

I was mothered by the mystical forces of spirituous time,

I am a mere orphan, albeit the cursedly blessed child of the very universe.

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I tried my hand at free verse.

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