THE HERMIT

POEM   

Keeping my head high

I walk down the path.

Shedding my inhibitions and prejudices

without fear or pain

I walk down the path.

Though it is two years plus

since I stepped down in this city

I don’t have even a single friend

though it was painful and boring

to be an alien in this city in the early days

now I am impervious

to all sad feelings

I don’t need a friend or companion here

am happy to be a city-man who leads a

lonely existence.

I am accustomed with

my life in the city 

and lead the life of a hermit.

I know one day I will have to leave this city

like a plant being uprooted

and re-planted somewhere else which

too like this city might be strange to me….