World was cool embellished with joy and fun
The merchant of dream he was in full form
Was walking fast to his glorious show
Remaining life was long to go
One day woke up to look around
Fame ephemeral and ruins abound
Storm has broken his glass empire
Plenty of his belongings did not fit anywhere
His sky was empty trees silent
Wishes abandoned him hopelessness abound
His dazzling youth and crowing glory
Turned selfish pushed him to a tragic end
Unable to recognise the warning of wind
Encountered pain in various disguise
Flowers stopped blooming in his garden
Balancing his tottering self was in vain
Tea was brewing getting ready to serve
Table was made cups looked up
No hand to pour no hand to hold
Not a sip can happen lips are closed.
© ® Rashmi Mohapatra
Rashmi's Poetry Journal 