Dedicated to The Dead Poet !!!

And the show he put on to spread the smiles came to an end
When the thoughts in his heard became divergent...
Dancing to the tunes of the world
Like a drunken adult staggering over the thin line of dignity
People watched him fall...

Playing to the songs they sang,
He spent the years bribing his heart to buy the rainbows
Knowing the colors he could see lie between the black and white
With just a weary smile trying to look beautiful
He wandered in the land unknown to himself!!!

A call for freedom and a deep flight into the worlds he dreamt of,
Was the final song his hearts sang...
To be free of the dead thoughts, chained by the silent duties
with Neither a friend nor a foe he could share his songs with
Wearing the blanket of the night sky he slipped into the silent dreams!!!

When someone asked if he was happy,
I wonder what he would have answered!
Another fake smile? Or was it another poem?
What was he? What did his heart desire the most?
Remained a mystery to himself...
Buried deep inside the pile of masks he wore

The Dead Poet lay asleep forever...
To fly high above the skies where neither the wings break
Nor the dreams forsake...
Nobody to answer to, nobody to worry about !!!

Is where his grave lies...
To fall in love for eternity with Poetry!!!