Darling, chivalry is not dead! Yet, I am living as `Nobody’s Child’ for everybody’s convenience: A poem 

Darling, chivalry is not dead; it is only the alchemical lead 

waiting in the backdrop to be transmuted alchemically 

to gold. I have furnished my gold to destiny and eternity 

even if none of its shimmer has rubbed off on anyone at all! 

You know evil has always capitalised on my sense of duty, 

and the ore of the core of my substance is to do the duty. But 

I am growing older and slowly losing faith in divine intervention! 

Yes, there have been instances; and I still have faith and will and  

intrepidity; regardless of my getting any entitlements, or any reward! Darling, 

I am not `Nobody’s child’ even if I prefer to state that as 

a fact emanating from the conundrum of predicament! 

I do not have any substantial evidence of victory to project to my 

loyalties because of an imminent defrauding! So darling,  

I say I love you, when I prefer not to, and I say I don’t when  

I prefer to. This may be the case with everything I cherish 

because of the defrauding and chicanery by the villainy! 

You know the discomfort of not belonging anywhere, when 

you ought to be reposed in the ones you love! This is my 

eternal narrative of being punished for being brave; and suffering 

torture and treachery in the bargain. Darling, I can’t say you  

are standing on haloed ground, but I can advise you it is better 

to be nowhere than in a snare of somewhere, because there is too 

much evil that makes everything their impersonating shapeshifting 

lairs! Darling, you know chicanery should not only be the refuge of evil; 

so how come I get punished for lying when I do it to preserve the truth, 

and the conspirators never get punished. I don’t consider myself 

as the pathetic Fisher King, with his regime facing total desolation.  

I am not wounded in my thighs. But I have bravely portered my  

undeserved wounds (all over my anatomy) all through eternity! 

Does this shame the villainy against me? Unlike the Fisher King, 

I emphasise I can ask myself the salvaging question, not anybody  

else’s gallant recourse do I need. And that question can deliver the  

comeuppance for my enemies as well as bring me my redemption! 

But Darling, I have always, according to your advice, only exercised restraint. 

That is why without being destructive, when I could have been, I preferred  

to be `Nobody’s Child’!