“... to be alone. Because it’s not your enemies who condemn you to solitude, it’s your friends.” – from The Joke by Milan Kundera <br /> <br />Everyday people say it’s my heart <br />that arches over life like a bridge <br />making way from happiness to misery. <br />All of my feelings that bloomed for friends <br />like flowers in an oasis are now cold <br />as prehistoric icebergs in the North pole. <br /> <br />Somewhere off in the vaster void <br />where even whispers of silence are heard, <br />the castle of my mind listened to <br />a siren foretelling a sudden air-raid. <br />As I come out of my room <br />environed by things in disrepair, <br /> <br />I never break through goings-on <br />like infraction for the shedding of clichés, <br />and won’t get even once wild flowers <br />passed through barbed wires! You see <br />how a loudmouth’s performance <br />like mine has shrunk into nil! <br /> <br />No, it’s not that simple you think it to be. <br />I would like to have you know <br />that all of a sudden after being betrayed <br />by the things I took for granted, <br />by the fellows I always looked to for consolation, <br />by myself the prophet of my own doom, <br /> <br />yes, so far away from the city’s <br />sprawling bustle of cars and the crowd, <br />I, too, sat on an ochre-red hilltop <br />just as many of the staunch romantics <br />all betrayed by life itself, <br />and I watched the deep blue water <br /> <br />frothy with countless waves <br />that came up lapping on the lonely shore <br />so marvelously so perfectly as always before, <br />gulls flocking around crabs and pebbles <br />and the sky arching down to kiss <br />the sea over there in the far distance. <br /> <br />I brood over misery and the betrayal.<br /><br />Sofiul Azam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-betrayal/
