I begged, pleaded and cried Wrenched my heart, emptied my soul Put my fate in your hand. And you walked away. Centuries later when life had stopped for me And I breathed to keep me alive At the end of the world, on a deserted land Did we see each other again? “How are you?’ you had asked. Though I knew you did not want any answers. You had stories to tell - of your adventures and lovely ladies. And to show me your success and victories. You told me about the misty mountains you had visited, The lonely beaches and the busy markets, The beautiful women you courted on the country-sides And the brilliant dreams you wove for yourself. I listened, mesmerised, to you. The grandeur and the royalty of it, that you have. Slowly tears rolled down my eyes And a smile touched through my lips. You looked at me suddenly and stopped for a moment. “Is everything ok?” you asked looking concerned. “Nothing. Am happy to see you again...