Forgotten

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Tue Jul 14 2026

You are allowed to be forgotten.
You may walk into a room with averted eyes, caring to only take the seat in the corner,
far from the loud voices solving life.

Wander the Baltic bogs, feel the deceiving lands, the ground that dissolves to reveal ancient waters.
Recognize the quietness that held the truth:
that legacy is not a debt you owe for these breaths.
Once an animal, now a sophisticated one,
you are but nature; you are Pan that these Pagans sought.

So breathe now, this is it.
Be a kind branch before winter's grasp,
or a bee that cupids fateful love.
For as long as you are, you serve.

When the last soul that knows you yields to the amoral night,
you are allowed to be lost to time.