A life without power..no prospect of
power
Demands demise...
you fail to give a thought and doubt your
wise
time stares at your face and sprinkle
surprise
wind blows against you and whisper.... it is the
Fall of the Rise.
When in power you can tame the time
People like it or not but they sing in your
rhyme
Manipulate rules...law is there to justify your
crime
were no one but now you are seen sublime...never
second always prime.
Only success you want and rest get
ignored
Everyone is inferior...who cares about the
furore??
Destiny seems a student and you like to be a
mentor
You ride on their haplessness...leaving them
deplored
But as they say....
Time is the master of the game
Once your best friend now it has taken away that
fame
No matter how much you proclaim...you can never get
rid of this shame
How disgraceful...you are alive but no one
even remember your name
The mire of fall pulls you inside....you cry........... you
are lame.
I know its difficult to accept....you can't
compromise
Your soul knocks the door like an unwanted
pries
The wind was always blowing against you..you shouldn't be surprised
It came and whispered.......... it is the Fall of the
Rise.
