Defeat

There are somedays when nothing works out.

Defeat

Every morning I wake up with hope

And return back to the folds of night

Shattered and cold

Days are the culprit

Their deceptive warmth and fake charm

Keeps selling me

My own discarded dreams

A faux voice dripping with hope

Greets me at every turn

The answers are there, just ahead, it assures

And I believe

For I desperately want to believe

Hope is a potent medicine

It helps one live but turns them blind

A believer has to be blind they say

To see what eyes can’t see

And I go on searching tirelessly

All day

Without success

At night when I lie on bed

In darkness defeat arrives

It holds my hand and whispers aloud

You have been conned again

Sleep now, without fear it says

For no one will disturb

The defeated

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar