Beaten and broken;
Thrashed and thrown,
He neither seeks riches not desires them.
He’s crippled, but decorated with bruises;
He’s sagged, but adorned with rags.
He wants not your jewels and sparkles,
But just a ray of light’s existence.
Rising and roaring,
The rocks are struck.
The sand glistens with the tiny droplets,
Dropping a smile on every castelier.
And when the sky turns dark,
Every ‘friend’ leaves;
Riding on the receding waves.
And all that is left is your mere reflection,
For we are all and forever alone.
– Sharangrav Samaga