Failure

FAILURE. Isolated tentative in rosy tower Sublime detached observer of success Making its own life and time Swallowing in one long yawn all the glories Keen scented existence and sanctified its rewards Cut off from the masters & futilifying the slaves Giving a disdain look to posterity and its pards Ignoring punctuality with a haughty look But the huge mountains with discordant chords Under the mantles they take refuge huddling And you like a mother carry a pail for orphans Poor and disrepute banished against the drift The filth the pathos the ordinary drowsiness The blind beggar the woman in rags The furtive individual who lives kicking away From the encroaching collectivity of the age Greater than success sublimer than wealth Tender as futile love wended as the god divine Accepting person as a person without duly In betterment or development of the suppressed Piecing and embalming the wounded tendrils The one who dropped out of the marathon or left Afraid outraged by greedy convinces of haughty And the hispid who tried to set a trap. Look that blind beggar huddled under the bridge His guttered life a heart longing for paradise But in hell it seeks its forgetfulness Of life’s bitter dregs deep and canine Under shadows of blown husk and the pathos Enduring the wants and unrewarded labours Discredited and shredded on the runnel heaps By those of pampered living & easy of shrouds Hearts will come to you and extend your arm To pick a mutilated corpse a rose or a thorn.