POEM
In the sunrise of his life
cool, breezy sun enveloped his body
planted kisses on him,
fondled him, elated him.
In the noon of his life,
when the sun was at his peak
a fresh life rushed down his veins
like a stream
made him vibrant, energetic and dynamic
dreamt and wished an everlasting
noon throughout.
Time doesn’t have a stop
dragged him to
the precipice of sunset in his life
and like the sun loses his steam
towards the end of
the day
slowly, slowly
moved down in the western horizon,
he too lost his verve, vigour and virility
and was pushed into
a corner of his existence
with no sign of turning back……
