The Sorcerer
The Sorcerer
He sat there silently,
Watching the stage-hands,
The day’s job done.
But not quite…
His pensive face, his desires,
Reflections on the acts,
Concentration…
Today’s the day, thought he.
The illusionist of fame
Disillusioned of his
Own act: What had been
A renown, shattered.
An execution practised
Perfected for years,
Gone amiss for the show.
Magic that he cradled
His life, his sorcery,
Arduous to relinquish
And yet he did…
The town he so loved
Desolate, eerie today…
The quiet of the night
An unending dissonance…
Cold, unwelcome, unwanted
His feelings lost…
All alone he walked…
A child tugged his coat
Wonder-eyed, filled with awe
A trick, those eyes called.
A trick was his want.
The sorcerer, stoic, noble
Took out a kerchief,
Bringing forth a sparrow.
It flew away; so did the child
Laughing all the way.
A heavy heart did smile
Gloom but was strong.
A child, the sorcerer
Envied, so free…
No guilt, no remorse; while
He reproached himself…
A distant star shone
Yet it’s light so feeble
Made more so by
The clouds in his insides…
He walked again…
A beggar checked him;
Open palms, a pleading mouth,
Yet, satisfied eyes…
The sorcerer fished for gold
His coat had plenty.
The beggar’s rucksack full,
He cried; Tears of joy…
Then returned half
‘But I don’t need so much’,
And left…
The sorcerer stood stunned.
The pride that was his
Shallowed by a beggar…
A fool he had been
A coward…
Far away, near the star,
Another shone, brighter
Still light was not to be.
Lowered by self-malice, pity…
The sorcerer walked…
Where to? a voice asked.
Cheerful and hopeful.
He stopped and turned.
An old man with a lamp
Stooped for an answer.
Nowhere, the sorcerer replied.
What will you get?
Nothing. Realization dawned…
Far away between the stars,
The moon peeped.
Isn’t this magic enough?
Asked the old man.
The lamp ate on the dark.
The child, the beggar…
A life of love and spirit
A life of joy and hope
What greater sorcery to match?
The moon shone full
Bright, radiant, warm
A heart luminated,
And the sorcerer smiled…