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.
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