The glory had faded
His charm receded
He had outlived his life
Weakened sensibilities
Left not much for him to do
His weak frail body
Unable to move
He was lost and forgotten
He could perform no more
Many referred to him by mistake
Literally as a figure of yore
The best that he was fit for
Was a great obituary
But with all his being consumed
Nothing left behind
Could he not exist in
A remote corner of his mind
Could he?
"It's better to burn out than to fade away" - Kurt Cobain
Loved it Vij !! :)
ReplyDeleteGood to know that I matched your expectations after 'Sweet Sin'.. thanks Varu..
ReplyDelete