The Modern Man

The pen and the man

go back, long back to the in hand

One's thoughts, were shown

in its eternal brilliance by others dawn.

And yet, however good the duo seemed,

the words stoped flowing as tears, drizzled.

As the heart broke and the soul shrank,

as the every confidence broke to brink.

Oh!! God save the man, in such dispair

to whom words cannot mean more 

To the man, whose light is missing 

who lives but to live and life cracking

The modern man, filled with lies,

a fake smile, and a trillions friendlies

A billion photos and a thousands of memories

And yet, none strike the core,

a sense of darkness dawns gore.

This is the story,

Of the pen and a man 

Who used to go hand in hand

But now, the thoughts buried in deep sand.

Thoughts that lie awaiting a hand......