While the World Reveled

And he stands apart, cold While the world wassailed and reveled In the full glare of the light Till dusk comes beckoning. He shrouds from the awkward embraces A language in plethoric display. His frame slanted, he observes. From vantage angle, he gawks. What endues them such ecstasy? He mutedly ruminates Did we not attain the same feat? He self-chides, raspingly. The concern of sea-fish with dry land Paints the image of his indifference. While the play of celebration ensues, The boy-man stares and sighs. His cogitations ferry him to the road ahead Queries of 'what now', the signs spelt. Transfixed but detached, He pondered tomorrow's fate for all. He shivered with dismay And fended off a tear. What reads the fate of the soldier ants When they march sun-wards? Who aids the infant cheetah That was birthed deformed? While his peers wassailed and reveled. In the full glare of the world He looked on, frigid, still, anxious. Feet there, soul afar. A tinge of relief, his sole solace.