by Sha Najak, poet/artist

8.20.2007

The Hermit in his Cave


The Hermit in his Cave
He was born into the wrong century
An exclamation of horror and disbelief

He lives with a retinue of servants and the absolute right to do as he please
What a strange man Chander Singh is

The sky still bright but his tall thin frame blots out the light
Don’t be fooled by his beautiful manners and warmth

What was done remains to be forever
Written in universal consciousness

The hermit retrieves to his case
Going inside himself, feels more human than everyone else

What a strange man Chander Singh is

1 comment:

Petal P. Rose said...

I don't propose to know Chander Singh
I have met him though, on a few occasions.
His beautiful manners and warmth so described
Didn't realise it was a great big lie.
Perhaps it's just as well he's a hermit
Being the strange man that Chander Singh is