It’s a cold
winter night and a winter cold heart
It’s days
of future paying debts of the past
It’s a
lover’s vengeance, a soldier’s sleep
It’s the
moment on the call when you’re ‘bout to weep
There’s a man there’s a man in whom darkness lurks
not ‘fraid of consequence he does what he must
And ne’er look back to the embers’ spark
the man with the soul so deep and dark
‘Very step
of the way he measures thrice
the past is
the past he has left it ‘hind
And when
the bells toll and people run home
he pulls up
a chair and watches time unfold
He loved a maid and that was hard
‘coz she didn’t love ‘im back nor anyone else
So broken was he and so broken was she
The ones with the souls so dark and deep
Men need
purpose else they are slaves
Sold to the
loudest mike needing dead weight
He sold his
soul to the devil instead
now he
wonders if it was a mistake
There was once the man who wrong’d ‘im once
they knew not now where his head he hung
And those upon whom he inflicted wrath
‘ever knew torture till they knew his dark deep
soul
Someone
once asked what sets him apart
He said he
wanted freedom from the start
They then
asked how he was free
He said
every man is free if dead already
He spoke little and heard a lot
calmest in a room of dangerous mob
Eyes menacing judging evaluating thoughts
no one knew what went in his deep dark heart
Vishal Gupta
11 Feb 2020
