A Roman Falls Poem by Manas Mukherjee

I dwell in life's sweet truth,
The beauty, he falls upon the mud,
And bold glory earns, that pain sooth
The great golden bird.

I, the moonlit lull, love;
Alas the dawn cracking a long hush!
Whilst in hundred's fury drove
The wild wolves, on green fire did clash!

I, a mentor once, now a Roman,
The sword draws the line
And me it feasts, the madman;
The beast, in glory, doth dine!

I, not more a wounded temple
Than the one on me did trample!