The Cross Before Me and a World Behind Me

On a beautiful day, there stood a man Amidst the troubles, under the scorching sun He cannot be Happy and he never can Who was seeking for help and there was none Ten thousand thoughts ran in his head Yet he chose to stand and wait He had nothing, only tears to shed It was his fate that he was always late Late to class, late to work Late to the very thing he did People thought of him as a jerk His world was messy and acrid He always had the sparkle in his eyes With a big fat smile on his face Suddenly something made him realise That he was no more in the race It was a state of mind which he couldn't share A secret he couldn't tell any All he needed was love and care All empty pockets, not even a penny Even if he had money, it wouldn't help Less was his time and killer wasn't late A situation where he can only yelp The word late now sounded very great No years no months only days were there A longing heart to see the light He just concluded life wasn't fair As he was alone and he had to fight A battle with a winner who never lost An opponent without any fame A thief who demanded life as his cost Can you guess his name? The thief, the killer isn't a human Until he gasped his last breath Not any dream nor an illusion It was nothing but his own death