Simpleton
- a Poem
- by Baishali Dey
He was but a victim of fate.
Follies followed him while
friendly fellows grinned and frowned.
His callous gait he did curate.
Walking solo amongst the cacophony of a cantankerous crowd.
Innocuously he rose to every bait.
The bystanders, a bunch of boorish bullies made him homeward bound.
Lonely but never late,
He reached out for anchors, but “Lousy laggard!” their caustic whisper was loud.
The pure battered soul in a slaughtered state,
Sighed with sorrow as it soared to meet serenity, silently without a sound.
Baishali Dey
from Indore, in Madhya Pradesh, India, is an English teacher, prior to which, she worked with charitable trusts in the UK. With a passion for all things in literature, Baishali writes poems as a hobby.
