Bespectacled Boy

Cry not boy for your fallen heros.

Their yellow flame torched and touched.

Lacked no vigour – but stronger the foes.

It’s just a game for a name that juggles fame.

Shed a tear and agonize brief.

Trust not much a hope, and fudge.

It alters no fate, prolongs the grief.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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