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Abhass Kumar

Inspirational Others

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Abhass Kumar

Inspirational Others

The Sorcerer

The Sorcerer

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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…


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