11 January 2026

Shakespeare's Ghost of Bhishma

My decision made in 
haste was sealed 
By ceremony- Drums,
Garlands, Applause-

They lifted me onto a 
pedestal overnight
and called it greatness.

I watched my choice
harden into a role.
Watched myself become
an adjective- steadfast, 
incorruptible, eternal.

Every celebration
tightened the knot.
How a man is trapped
not by chains but by 
applause.

Duty grew louder than
Desire. Responsibility 
Felt stronger than
My inner voice-

So I stayed. 
I stood guard over 
The decisions that were 
no longer mine to 
Protect futures that
Excluded my own.

But what good is a 
Resolve without 
contentment?
What good is a decision 
without happiness?

A vow without revision 
is a virtue disguised
as violence-
So beware of the sour
Old men who have no
Respite for reflection.

And remember me not
For the Resolve I made
But for the Warning
I became.