Lost

A poem-a little inspired by the happenings in the middle-east...from a different perspective though...
It's about a man, a soldier, who once fought against tyranny and became the leader of the masses. He did good but was slowly succumbed by power. And eventually,after years of his rule, he was overthrown by his people and a foreign army. So, he fled...

I had lost it all,
And had nothing to lose.
I had no options,
Had nothing to choose.

I had no one with me,
No one to blame.
With such defeat and sorrow,
Can a man ever be the same?

I was grilled with pain,
And overburdened by disgrace.
Still, a few supporters I had
Did give me a chase.

But, no one knew my location,
Neither did my heart know where was I.
The tears had already left me.
Leaving those eyes sad, yet dry.

I knew not what to do
I had lost my kingdom.
My palace, my people,
And all, of whom, I thought seldom.

Even I had heard of stories
Of the rise of the lost.
But to even think of going back,
Was not that easy a thought.

I thought and thought
I thought hard and long.
Thought of today and tomorrow,
And also, of the times that are gone.

At last I made a decision.
I didn't know if it was right or wrong.
Still, I had no choice
But, to end the song.

The song of my breath,
The song of my life.
It was the end
The end of all strife!

And, the last I did
Was to my people, write.
I knew they wouldn't forgive,
Still, my heart would be clear of black and white.

"Just one last wish...
If you can ever fulfill.
I know you have reasons, not to.
But I hope you will try, still.

Tell your children about the good times we had.
The times we, together, laughed and cried.
Tell them about the times when there was this one man,
Who, with all his heart, tried!"

- A poem by Nisheeth Agarwal