THE HOLLOW MAN

This composition is dedicated to all the MEN who belong to this materialistic world, lead a hollow life, of irrelevance. They do not realize the worth of their life. In other words, a 21Century MAN.

There he stands, 
a "HOLLOW" man who breathes, 

Yet, his soul is dead.

He breathes loud as to make his presence felt,

But inside of him lies, a "heart of darkness".

He swells with pride, he swoons with pretense,

He rejoices in his gluttonous self.

His egotism knows no human bounds,

He is aloof from others' selves.

He is a zombie, who moves hence and forth,

Without contemplating all that's around him.

He looks wretched in all his conceited ways,

He only hears the disdainful words he says.

He, whose wealth, knows no bounds,

Does not realize, what future course his life abounds.

His life is forfeited, his future is doomed.

And concentrated all in its own.

Unawares that one day he will be one with the dust,

He freely lets his soul to wilt and rust.

And, that one fine day, when he becomes one,

With the soil, from where he sprung,
No one recognizes him

As he lays in his death-bed,

All they hear is an echo,
From the hollow of his morbid body and dark soul.

"HERE LIES THE HOLLOW MAN, WHO ONCE EXISTED, WITH A "HEART OF DARKNESS"