poor soul...

Days were many and good times were plenty,

Deserted from sorrows and the life was in high spirit,

Everybody ordained him with incredible merits..

Marked with Perilous games and audacious crimes

Still cajoled with mere admonishes..

Saw nothing but joy and happiness...

His Life's boat was sinking in tumultuous ocean

It took long time to realize those good days have vanished.

Now indignation spits and irreverence kicks..

He could see all his dreams getting ripped off..

Never knew life would take a steep turn..

He wandered dejected and perished..

Dangling mind cheated his heart..

Hopes have shattered and strengths have trembled,

Supports have cluttered and ambition got rambled..

Nothing remains as it was... He was lonely..

He steps up to kiss the death..

But the poor soul could not understand the truth…

That every day follows a night…