I reluctantly wanted to play wedded role,
not for enticing pleasure the bed had,
but tugged by pain of the solitary soul,
sadly the world judged unfit me mad;
no takers even as I ready for anyone less,
beggars can’t be choosers for me a lie,
in desperation I fixed my sight on a goddess,
vowed even if die not to let her pass by,
but how? not by madness or goodness;
atheist I bowed to god, nature and cosmos,
blessed by much but not her who I pine,
to get her no agony was a loss,
let world perish I want to make her mine;
as part of her clan thought had rightful claim on her,
kind not to force her, killed wedding from society to world’s horror.
Solitary Wanderer 