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Couched clumsily in big boulders
Tearful over the tearing torment
Awaiting was a Prometheus
For the rapacious Eagle’s brutal beak!
Damned for the sin of tricking Gods, and
Siding with the mortal mankind
Feasted was his liver every day
Only to grow back wholesome again
As he was a man immortal -
A blessing turned very baneful!
Fooled by someone’s fickle feelings
Yore, I enslaved my feisty Soul
At the transient boulders
of this bitterly brazen world!
Taunted by torturous loneliness
Saddled with the Sunset sighs
My pitiful Soul is mauled now
By the talons of a morose mindset!
Every day my Soul is gored coarse
And it heals too, all anew, only
To be shred afresh by lonesome pangs!
Slain was, then, that fierce eagle
By the heroics of one Heracles, and
Protected was poor Prometheus!
Unable to withstand the wily world
Yearning to flee from Loneliness’ hold
I once awaited my savior soul!
But, in today’s mundane modernity
and for my self-inflicted slavery
there will never come a Heracles!
I am a modern-day Prometheus, and
I am learning to be my Hercules too!
17th December '11
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