Final Testimony
In loving you with naïve sincerity,
What I earned instead
Were neglect and humiliation.
My wandering, minstrel heart
Longed to be free —
To flee to some distant land.
But when I looked into your eyes,
I saw a river of deceit
Flowing fast beneath their surface.
Loving you left me endlessly thirsty.
With tear-filled eyes,
I set adrift on the Ganges
The torn pages of my unfinished novel.
You, incapable of love,
Have given me only pain and contempt
As lifelong gifts.
“Kālaḥ sṛjati bhūtāni, kālaḥ saṁharate prajāḥ” —
Time creates all beings, and Time destroys them too. (Mahabharata)
So before bidding farewell
To the pleasure-seeking beloved,
Before saying goodbye
To this world itself,
This is the final testimony —
The confession of a self-made vessel,
The dying words
Of a suicidal writer.
