The Lonely Few

Watching the skin grow old
With the shadow losing the curves and edges
Sipping the Wines from ages,
Searching for the bookmarks He placed in the favourite pages of Life
With the eye half closed and an open smile,
I watched him Sing the anthem of the hard earned Life...

No more Love for Mirrors and the old tie,
but the promises made with the yellow pages of that old book
Grew old all along when the hustle and the bustle of the Youth
giving a deaf ear to little jingles of Coins
Away from those never ending roads of curiosity
I watched him Sing the anthem of the hard earned Life...

At the end of his poetry, the thoughts
He forgot to put the "." when the blues started to grow orange
Hand in hand with the Silent Winds went his curios inspection into the Past
Quivering Lips sometimes and a gentle smile never missing a chance to go all out
He walked all alone into the Dusk of his memories
I watched him sing the anthem for the last time
When the old bottle of wine knew that it ll be long forgotten
And the bookmarks scattered on the Lonely Woods!!!
I watched him sing the Anthem of "The Lonely Few..."