Being no one!

vikas chandra

Would I too be forgotten, like countless, in the world?
Why born, when gone, an existence, so absurd?
Extinct would be me, a face gone forever
Never to return, from the dust, a lost endeavor

Always content, eighty years, so long, they are
Many yesterdays, died, on them, I slept, with doors ajar
For todays to come and yesterdays become, but still, didn’t rise
My history, lost in yesterdays, tomorrows, another, compromise

My glory, awaited me, with pity in her eyes
I lost, in petty dealings, my kins’ selfish sighs
The tryst never ensued, that glory, aged and died
A life squandered, for nothing, an unrequited bride

I chose to be the audience, clapped my heart out
They scored their points, their glory, I lost my game, my bout
I shrank myself, shorter, than once was, my shadow
Why chose to be forgotten, with willing world, to follow

Not to…

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