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Saturday, 13 September 2014


Lying mangled,

On road,

Tossed by a car,

bleeding heavily,

crying in pain,

Nameless he was about to die,

Crowd  all around,

Peeping at him,

Talking of the unknown car,

which hit him,

And some for news headlines,

But no one dare to soothe him,

To heal the dying hope,

Next day,

That unknown,


Was known with a name,

As he was in News,

The fame which he cherished,

All through his life,

Was his own,

Gone away,

Free of  all sufferings,

Left a vaccum,

And made us think,

That unknown  now with a name,

Could be one from us.