Mediocrity

I ask thee, the one in heavens, Why you peek, Through the golden cracks of the sky, As I flow, like a vagabond river, To vanish into the sea of death, As I live and fall, like jasmines, Forever lost in tombs of dust. I ask thee and thy silence, Why you peek, Through the stars in the darkest nights, As I stand, an insignificant being, Soaked in the evening red, Wondering, if I am meant to be, A mere spectator of thy divine art. Why thee, gift this curse of mediocrity? My words are vain and shallow, They must dissolve in the sands yellow, In a world that praises the great, In a world that spits at the worst, Here shall I lie with my poems, Latent, unheard, With a true companion of mine, mediocrity.