You Are No More!

A tired body,
An exhausted soul
Never imitates you.

No,
It’s not a jeer
Neither a jealous trail:
“You shine
And the proud shone along.”

But,
All along
I praised the moments.
But,
I usually cry
Every single sight,
At evry single sight.

No,
I cry not for the predicament.
I cry,
When I see you.

You,
You are no more.