Having written this poem on August 01, 2007, I had kept it ‘private’ but am posting it today for my readers!
17 July, 2007
Have you seen a man
In a persona turnabout,
Shorn of his mask
Of power and clout?
Scared and afraid
Weak and fragile
His voice powerless
Mirthless
Didn’t seem alive.
I watched and heard
This weakling
Who roared and thundered
To the placating masses
Who flatter and platter
His ego,
The inflated ego
That I saw buried
Deep inside his
Cowering frame.
Voice maim
Ego deflated.
A dead and lifeless
Entity—a non-entity
Who claimed to rule
The gutless
The shameless.
And that day
It was I
Who enjoyed the last laugh.
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dear Ma’am, this reminds me of Shelley’s poem ” Ozymandias ” which I am reproducing below:
Ozymandias
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Loved reading it.