I His Defeat
Irredeemable
The lost war of life
In bigger terms
The effect had no cause
Than to discover
In vain
In pursuance
Of a paradise on earth
The lonesome warrior
Had still hope of victory
To him announced
His defeat
II To Recuperate
Living was left
The last option
To recuperate
All others succeeded to lay the flag up
Feathers in caps displaying
The joviality
In eternal loss the mankind
With patience and good deeds
On the right path says the holy book
III Enough Consolation
Enough consolation
The tide of time
Decides to ensure
To be spent
“Making small fishes of gold”
Neither a victor in ideas
Neither is past in happy events
Neither good intensions
Nor the balmy nature
Is it the will
Of the soul
IV Afterthought
Success was in sight
Immediate
To calculate the leagues
Far away
V Final loss
He still has his dreams in the closet
Hanging like clothes
For the day
That shall never be
VI And Today
He declares
His personal victory
Against all losses
22/7/2009
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