once you were young
robust self dependent
self reliant .a rockstar
on the stage .than came
the twilight years fate
merciless on a rampage
as you sat in your corner
time havoc waged born
in a claustrophobic womb
you will be laid in your grave
unceremoniously encaged
devoid of anger lust or rage
in a book of life you were just
a torn tattered page ..
a visual poet
a beggar poet
struggling to find
his way out of
this worldly maze
an old monk
posing as a sage
soliloquy of pain
humanly bears
the outrage
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