He left no trail, no actions to be spoken of.
Emanating from the common masses,
He had perceived benefit of the origin,
But could not escape the entrapment,
Of the mundane of other beings.
His face was soiled, in the same storm,
He soon met his end underneath.
Had he believed in his ideas, had he acted upon them,
Which may have gone incorrect, with the passing time,
But became source of greater themes, inspiration for many.
And forever him, we shall miss,
For he could have been the beam, for our flying dreams
Mallesh
19/2/08
9:10 a.m, 20 min before midsem exam.. :D
