The Village Boy Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Was he a hero or a villain?
He might have been both.
I don't know.
Was he my friend or foe?
He might have been both.
I don't know.

Shrouded in secrecy.
He was virtual.
Was he fake or real.
I don't know.
Tussle between mind and heart continues to grapple my thoughts,
Troubles show no sign of ending,
Some days I am in a bind,
Do I endorse his views?
No, I don't. Not all of them.
Curiously, I am in a strange relation.
I have hardened my heart time and again,
Faith has no logic,
Love has no logic,
Only emotions,
Heart accuses my mind of fueling this confusion,
A mockery of emotions,
Prying relatives, like me, who want to understand what I am going through are of no help
He was virtual.