Of extinguished fires
not much can be said
of a search in vain
no record exists
a past affair
no one remembers
of the mediocre
there is no mention
uninspired poetry
is not read by many
and a lazy tune
is not danced to
men with no ambitions
are not great men
those inhibited by themselves
are boring friends
faith unrewarded
is a faith questioned
a hope disappointed
is soon forgotten
an experiment failed
is too adventurous
a paper torn
is useless
But to the scum of history
The nameless vermin
All this discarded waste
must matter somehow
With the absence of context
and the benefit of hindsight
it is judgements
that should be ignored
not much can be said
of a search in vain
no record exists
a past affair
no one remembers
of the mediocre
there is no mention
uninspired poetry
is not read by many
and a lazy tune
is not danced to
men with no ambitions
are not great men
those inhibited by themselves
are boring friends
faith unrewarded
is a faith questioned
a hope disappointed
is soon forgotten
an experiment failed
is too adventurous
a paper torn
is useless
But to the scum of history
The nameless vermin
All this discarded waste
must matter somehow
With the absence of context
and the benefit of hindsight
it is judgements
that should be ignored
nice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anonymous :)
ReplyDeleteVery honestly, I loved this. Mostly because I've thought about it a lot. When there's all this hue and cry about this one guy who got a billion lakh package or whatever, I always think 'okay, so, and the rest...?" I wonder if, at this age, anyone thinks they're going to grow up to be mediocre. It's just awakward and a little sad. I can't write poetry at all, so I appreciate people who can :)
ReplyDelete-Vanya