It was the year 1846, I saw the riots in the City, Venice. I watched the people turn against the Austrian Garrison.
In the midst of it all, I saw the silhouette of your presence.
I rejoiced quietly as I had come to think of you and prayed that you’d be very well alive and active.
I thought about the challenges you had to go through and I wondered for a long time, how you were faring.
I was almost relieved when I confirmed how sturdy & Debonair you were, but this was short-lived when I took critical observations, you were scathed severely.
Not a metre of flesh upon your skin was free of it.
Before long, you had faded away along with the multitudes beneath me.
In the days that followed, I searched earnestly for an encounter with you.
I prayed to the Constellations in the skies, the arrogant waves of the oceans, the impeccable beauty of graffiti and to my chí to keep you out of any more harm’s way.
Spring Gradually went away, making way for Summer.
The Summers came and went consecutively, until I lost count.
The years Waxed and Waned, nothing changed but your Consistent absence,
My persistent stares towards the clouds and hopes I had managed to keep alive.