UNFORTUNATE PERSON...

From cradle to grave;
From bed to coffin;
Each and every moment of life had been a battle for him;

Sometimes fulfilling the expectations of his loved ones;
And sometimes sacrificing his dreams for the sake of others;
This in turn made him a mere woolgatherer;

As a child he sat near a pond with a hayfield behind;
Watching the fishes swim was like equanimity predefined;
The beauty of the whole field was so spell binding;
His heart thought, “How nature’s beauty could be so blandishing”;

When adult, he had inseminated lots of dreams in his mind;
But regrettably none of them were strong enough to fly;
As his dreams shattered, so did he;
But still he heard that vehement outcry of his dreams in his mental imagery.

And now he lies in the grave;
His grief so tongue less;
His body so cold and insentient;
Like all those whose life ended with a sad note.