He was manna
of celestial kind,
brought succour
to earthly minds.
His natural gift
of music and art,
to heal strife torn
mortal hearts
The devil lured him
with bait of insipient glory,
Trapped him
in a net of plumose fame.
Deprived him
of oxygen of colossal love
Just to repeat,
the tragic age-old story.
Grueling focus
of spotlight,
deglutinated away
his god given might.
His rhythmic
cries of help,
were misconstrued,
as a tune of song.
His body
fettered with pain.
When pranced,
was applauded,
as a funky step
of his dance.
The fish caught
in a mundane mess,
wrecked by piercing
hook of success.
With his cries,
Paid, the exorbitant cess.
Thus, thrown
in ocean of glamour,
With a golden
manacle-hand-cuff of fame,
he drowned
and died like a lame,
With a thirst
to receive sempiternal acclaim.
The harsh fallacious wind
of attention,
And excess water
of tension,
incarcerated the growth
of succulent sapling- Jackson
And rendered
him an impuissant peter pan.
Anjali
10-07-2009
ANJALI SINHA
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