Here lived,
A man ordinary.
Believing he stood for something,
Existing only,
Because the sinister echoes,
Bent on destruction;
And finality
Wanted him to wilt.
Here stood a man,
Who heard the voices,
Which didn’t exist,
For without them,
There was nothing to distinguish,
One triumph,
From the other.
Here was a man,
Who believed,
He did not believe,
Much though he was told,
“Time is a hard teacher.”
Here stood a man once,
Less than a wink,
When mapped on
The Universe’s gown,
And yet,
He was content.
Because when the echoes died,
So did he.
Between 2 Sips 
8 responses to “An Epitaph”
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hmmmmm……… soul stuff
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‘floating’ indeed.. 🙂 beautiful dada.. chalie jaan..
Thank you dada. Inspired by Footsteps.
I loved the expression that said “wink, when mapped on the universe’s gown”…visually and cerebrally delightful!
I loved the expression that said “wink, when mapped on the universe’s gown”…visually and cerebrally delightful!