sad at the very pathetic plight!
just in morning comes twilight!
la martinere fellow, a pupil bright;
gifted qualities raised him to height
novice yet wrote poems very nice
tender emotion turned fatal vice.
ﬁngers drew well pictures cocktail
strummed strings in tune amidst all. turmoil.
highly proud parents‘ very gleaming eyes
long cherished only son outdid ‘the butterﬂies‘.
nurtured ambition set on a right mission
destiny spoiled the sport with ordained destination
dejected at failure though bent on creation
half-way rejected himself out of frustration.
drowned to death in placid still water
left a black mark as his mettle did falter.
my dear sonny, one selﬁsh turned funny;
your sinful folly deﬁled the soul holy.
who will wipe now big tear drops?
‘cynical clock’ ticks; mad world hops!
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