Poetry

In the triumph of flesh, 
when fame of the world was your thing, 
a sequence of defeats piled up 
and time became stronger than the symbols. 
 
Was it not easier 
to abandon the consciousness? 
Living a dog’s life was more comfortable 
without a qualm. 
How painful it was to know the reality unclothed! 
 
You had achieved nothing in life 
and were readying up now 
to receive thoughts of death. 
Time had no beginning 
and time had no end. 
 
Do you think all will be well at last? 
Will we be happy without you? 
Or you will be remembered as a hero 
without a name!