[Poem] Marooned

We shared the ground
when all else drowned
We ate from a bowl
stark to the soul

We weaved a thatch
for our dreams to hatch
Time flew by
in many hues of the sky

Then you wanted a half
The wheat, not the chaff
Some hard choices
Pin-prick voices

I uttered no word
Not a grunt was heard
Immersed in my pride
my silent protest died

You rolled the dice
Your wily device
Then a shrill cry
A victor’s high

As spoils you count
This is my account
You gained but you lost
what you valued the most
I lost but I won
Learnt, trust no one!


Vijay © 12th May, 2006