Lost Souls Poem by S JYOTI RANJAN

Men left behind, world is so unkind,
For those who come for you are long gone,
For no search, no beaming torch, no one seeking a find.

Men left behind, you are forgotten in cores of their mind,
For human memory is feeble, even love's not stable, long lost camaraderie, indifferent is their wits otherwise so nimble,
For days long, but lives shorter, for butterflies so beautiful but hold and they die, for flowers so beautiful but pluck and they won't last, memories are beautiful and everlasting, but moments shorter,
For, that is the trend since the days of yore, menare wired of that kind.

Men left behind, hope not a find, for no one left of that kind,
For, birds of a feather flock together, is the rhyme my grandfather recited to my father,
You walk safe, walk together, harsh is the wind,
For, you are lost and no one shall find, the world is not kind.