The Fallen Star
The face wrinkled and dusty holds the drooping eyes
The hands strained and lean stretch the sagging palms
This man brooding in tatters on the pavement he lies
His eyes glitter for a while when he gets the alms.
When night falls he goes home and takes a shower
Walks later with the flair of a movie star to a bar
Starry sky has fallen long time ago on the faded star
He reminds himself he is still an actor not a beggar.
September 1, 2017.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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