THE MIGHTY FALL.

The mighty fall.

He was riding high and fast,

on waves of success present and past,

and then came the turning and the tumble,

and ‘O’ what a mighty fall.

The lines on his face turned deep,

he lost much more than his sleep,

he looked left, right and above for help,      

for the oncoming doom to stall.

The friends who cared for him, still care,

they had warned him of the hidden snare,

but he was done in by the court jesters,

who pampered him to play the ball.

He loved fools, hated critics,

direct force part of his politics,

he burned his soul alone in the dark,

and under the sun played, the perfect doll.

As power slipped away, time ran out,

lost his senses, lost his clout,

he looked down at the ground for relief,

the tunnel he had planned ended in a blank wall.

By:-

Rahbar.