A tale of our times.
(The life of Howard R Hughes is phenomenal. He was born in Houston, US on 24/12/1905 and expired on 05/04/1976. He owned a number of companies and was the Chairman of Hughes Aircrafts. But his richness did not give him a peaceful life towards the end. Life is afterall not a question of material richness but a measure of richness of mind and heart. His life naturally compels everybody to reflect on the moral and spiritual values of life. Hence this poem has a purpose unto mankind. I haven't tried to shorten this long, narrative poem for the fact that the reader should get to the whole issue of how a man could dig his own foundations to ruin himself. Let us take a lession out of his life) .
On board an air ambulance,
On way to The Methodist Hospital,
Unknown and unsung
He breathed his last.
His billions were a waste,
Richness could not save his life.
From the springs of yore
It was a wreckless wander unto a recluse and beyond.
Once upon a time
The winds were blowing soft.
Long long ago
His seasons were normal and perfect.
During his prime life
He was an archetype.
A daring aviator, an indefatigable tinkerer,
He owned a flag carrying airline and myriad companies.
It was a huge take off,
A marvellous flight, sprawling dreams.
Hollywood lay under his very feet,
Billions lay in his golden pocket!
He could burn all his wealth
And still remain as an unquestionable king.
That was his word, command and affordability,
Those were his hay days, umpteen seasons.
When it is day light,
Twilight is in sure reserve.
When it is twilight,
Mid-night is not far off.
Man has his eccentric levels,
He has his strange moods and ways.
Within the world of his psychic bounds
Man often stands in isolation.
Beyond billions
Man is often a thinker.
It can lead to philosophy,
Else, to eccentricity.
Without a seed
A tree can’t grow.
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poem by Ravi Panamanna
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