ALAS, ALAS! WHO'S INJURED BY MY LOVE?
Narcissius stood glumfaced,
listening to Echo’s outburst.
Her entreaties perplexed him;
Yet her stern denial of his devotion,
disheartened the reserved admirer.
“Are thou mine Echo?” Asked he
“Never thine, Dear Narcissius”, Replied she,eluding his intense eyes
Omitting the pronoun ‘my’ from between thine and dear
Implying her disownment.
Echo receeded from the cliff
Losing herself to a soliloquy
“Who was he to me?
The Good Narcissius” she pondered
“Was not the elixir of my soul
But the venom in my vein,
The fire in my flesh and
The blemish in my being!”
Adoring him felt suicidal
Or rather masochist
Parting from him meant
Letting go of the torment
Which he caused her inadvertently
True! He loved her
Nonetheless, he loved himself more
She never loved her ‘self’
She loved him, him alone
She heard him from behind
“Echo!”
Oblivious of the impulse passing through her
She went on pursuing eternity
She heard him shouting from yonder
“Echo, Art thou mine?”
She whispered in agony
“Never thine, yet thine forever!”
Can she part with him?
No,She can’t part with her hamartia-Narcissius!
-Santhwana Thomas
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