The smirking shameless rodent eyes,
Stare at me with endless awe;
Pitying at my gruesome sight,
Earing a heavy heartfelt gnaw.
Grandeur of my mansion says,
“Man you were whom I adore?”
Gnashing windows snap at me,
“Gnarled you are unwanted gore”.
Lifeless world around me tarts,
Yawning at my ruthless fate;
What was I? Reflection glees,
Shattered, shrunken is my state.
Hands that cradled little son
Left they are to rot and blaze;
Lips, they wait for days and nights,
In hope of words, old father prays.
Antique I am, chained to a grille
Tattered is my heart and soul;
as Death lingers , beckoning me
Life unfolds my empty role.