He will no more see those golden rays
He had traveled through life’s miserable ways,
Let me read those well treasured verse
These were a Poet’s last few words…
‘Born a boy, my name will not be known
And thus, I began my battle with fate,
Things around me always made me frown
It’s my life that I’ll always hate..
I did not exist, but I was there
I did not play but I used to stare,
I was hated for being nice, simple & fair
There wasn’t anyone bound to care..
Time passed by, made me insane
This life gave me nothing but pain,
I lost what I had, nothing did I gain
At the feet of success, my tries went in vain…
Before I go, I may write these words
In an attempt to get away from this curse,
My name will always be unknown
I live in solitude… Forever alone…’