He lingers on the silent street,
To seek where shade and solace meet.
With heavy debts he must defray,
He wears the empty hours away.
Yet deep within, his dreams ignite,
A forward spark, a guiding light.
Though kith and kin may drift apart,
They cannot break his steadfast heart.
His only flaw? To seek reform,
To stand against the social storm.
He hates the falsehoods of his time,
And deems corruption quite a crime.
Now far and wide he learns to roam,
To make a peaceful mind his home,
Where bitter voices can’t intrude,
And he can claim true solitude.
Beneath the banyan’s ancient girth,
He contemplates the weary earth,
And dives into a sea profound,
Where worldly critics are not bound.
