Achilles of Comala

  In the heart of Comala's shadowed veil,

A young man, Achilles, with soul assailed,

Amidst the whispers of a town forlorn,

His spirit wrestles, tattered and worn.

 

In streets where hope's ember faintly glows,

Achilles roams, burdened by silent throes.

In deadened echoes, his dreams take flight,

But in Comala's grip, they fade into night.

 

Within his breast, a tempest rages,

Yearning for light in desolate cages.

Yet darkness grips, its tendrils tight,

Constricting dreams in endless night.

 

Oh, Achilles of Comala's plight,

Struggle against the shadows' blight.

For within your heart, a fire still gleams,

Defiant against despair's extremes.

 

Though society's chains may weigh you down,

In your spirit, a spark can be found.

Rise, Achilles, from the depths below,

Let hope's anthem through your veins flow.

 

In the hush of Comala's dreary space,

Achilles finds strength, a flicker of grace.

For even in darkness, a soul can soar,

Defying the shadows forevermore.

 

Midhulaj. P,  Assistant Professor of English, Al Shifa College of Arts and Science, Kizhattoor, Perinthalmanna