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Call of the Wolf : A Poem
Inky slivers amidst swaying elms,
His claws as razors trail
Onyx sparkle on swampy grim,
Jaw set, fangs unseen, frail,
He prowls a chord of despair unearthed,
Howls obscure mourns of dearth.
White and pearly, the moon taunts,
His vicious beastly self,
A battle of wills of eons haunts,
His tainted prayer stills
His only ally, one sole foe,
Aching rage smothers doomed low.
Jaded fate, judging eyes pursue
His hooded intents in a haze of grey,
So be it, his heart ominously cues,
The wolf sniffs for cornered prey
Let mocking souls relish his plight,
Bemoaning, snarling he races the night.
There is something to be said about villains. More often than not, we are blinded by the faults of another person to the point of labeling him (her) and passing judgment. How often is it that we see a sneering face in the crowd and think of him (her) as rude or below us? There is a small faction, if not large, of people who believe themselves to be superior to the usual uncouth majority. It is simpler for everyone to think of all those lodged in prison or selfish to devote time for anything but their own lives, to be in the wrong. We easily sympathize with a fictional character forced into deeds distasteful for him, but necessary to sustain life. However, we fail to imbibe sympathy for those who have wronged once in real life. The fairy tale about the wolf and the lamb has us pitying the innocence of the lamb and cursing the cruel tyranny of the wolf; as if he knows any better.
I include myself in the crowd who fails to see beyond a creepy visage. It is human nature to lay blame and when there are many sinners around, one just needs a pliable target. It pains me to recall that during an ignorant phase in my life, I too have blindly branded people based on a one-off encounter. Now though, I’ve learned an important life lesson of how no one is well-equipped to talk of others’ faults. Who are we to talk of good and bad? Goodness is relative. No one can comment on the integrity of anyone else. It takes an age for us to discover our own selves; how then can we talk of the evil in others?