CHRONICLES OF LIFE

At that moment of life, he was so high.
He soared in the sky.
Beaming and gleaming.
It was all sail hail.
And many were his whale tail.
He took them, and they followed him like trails.
Like a beautiful comet.
Their sustenance came from his pocket.
All they did was bask in his light.
And he had more friends, some lurked in the night.

Those who seemed nicest only cracked the Mona Lisa smile.
Smiling! What an intricate assignment for them.
The pain was passionate but shrouded, and they still wore the disguise.
In the depths of their hearts, the hate beat along.
Jealousy tore their emotions like a fierce conflagration.
Eyes glowing, green, greener and greenest.
Waiting for the perfect moment that the malice will suffice.
To extinguish his lights, annihilate the greatness.
And reduce him to their level or even worse...

Yea, their wishes came true,
The unfortunate dawned.
He lost his wings.
And he plummets from the heights.
Everybody was there but few hands spread open.
To cushion his fall.
He fell so hard; he couldn’t rise to his feet.
Then afterwards, he crawled while they moved in fleets.
Now, he had few friends, and he did recognize them all.

Now he wallowed in the mud.
Few were sad though with the lad.
Those he could call family, like true blood.
They would help cleanse him.
But some of many rejoiced at his dim.
They trampled on him and bathe him with spits.
Now they were shinning and he craved to bask in the light lit.
But, the best that reached him were only shadows.
Eyes believed but the mind concluded it was an illusion.
The tears made gave him pure vision
And he learnt during this session…
“Men have broken more trust than glasses”