The Poet....

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The man lies there...
half dead...probably in hunger...
in distress and in misery..
A beggar of our times...
or maybe a poet from the past...
His eyes which twinkled once in dreams...
are listless today..lifeless...
Maybe he is dead...maybe....
the bones in his skinny body...
draws a horrifying epitaph...
A sad truth...and some smoke that rises..
beyond the mystic horizons of oblivion....
He lies there like a dog...
nobody who cares...
he waits there, for the vultures to feed on him....
his poems unsung forever....
scattered..tattered...and blood strewn....
unread..and unpraised....
But the truth lies there...
underneath the scorn of ages..
lurking in the darkness of light!!!!
The poet...the epitaph...
and the shattered dream!!!