I stood in the cliff
and smiled my pain away
i walked through the fire
and smelt the sour odour of death
i reached for the star
grabbed receding silhouettes
but drowned in own stupidity
now am amazed,
when all i left for
no longer seems as before
you are lost
we are man
sometimes mad
but man-the-less
like an eel
no one can arrest the wind
not more than squeeze an eel
between our palms
you are man
© May 2012
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