Poem : The Path of The Kind

I remember like it was yesterday, he was strolling so idly in the park, with a resembling grace of sunshine, his eyes a canvas of ambitious spark. A sense of familiarity hung in the air, and I couldn’t stop my urge to ask him, “Have we ever met, oh little boy?” He answered me as if reciting a hymn. “I’m the forsaken path of your present, I’m the one you left behind, sir, I’m the boulevard of beautiful trees, that lost its place in your mind, sir.” “But then why meet me outside, boy, what is it you want to remind me? For my wisdom seems inadequate, boy, be my eyes for what I can’t see.” “I am a figment of your imagination, I appear when you doubt your mind, sir. I symbolize the happiness you could have had, if your choices were a little more kind, sir.” “But at every point in my life, dear boy, I have helped people in any way I can. My whole life has been a struggle, oh boy, to be accepted by people as a kind man.” “I am aware of who you are as a man, your booming kindness is an art, sir. But you need to be kind to yourself too, for you too possess a heart, sir.” In a poof of smoke, he disappeared, and I realized who he was when he left. He vowed to achieve a fairytale for himself, and he seemed familiar for our paths had met. The path he wished pursuing, might have been the right path, but my realism forced me into pursuing the left, Being a shadow of my naive self who vowed to be happy, he was a promise that could not be kept. -Sushant Kumar Das