It was hard...

It was hard to see him suffer and yet the worse,

I didn`t know what to talk, how to walk about.

All the time he showed his teeth through the concaved lips,

He talked very little; but the words were `bout to sprout.

He was there `cause she was performing

But she never knew what happened that night,

When we all were busy hunting down the staged females

Sitting among the howling crowd in the dim light.

He always have had this brittle crunch

But ne`er did anyone witness against his finest melody.

Despite all the cacophonous echoes, sitting at his elbow

Got me encountered with his divulged melancholy.

I sought for a drop of rigmarole on his surface

But he sat there idle with a frozen spine,

With the galloping time, held his conscience intact

But the tears eventually spoke from within the shrine.

There she came, dancing boisterously the open stage,

Springing with a felicitous smirk inside her golden hoop.

When she gave her assent to fall in his arms,

The drops desired to emerge out from the vicious loop.

We kept shouting her name into his ears

But nobody did realize that he`d gone numb.

Till the few final minutes he encumbered the grief,

Just refused to break before a group of scum.

They seemed to be the four most merciless minutes,

When alone he endured all the catastrophic pain.

The eyes had started consoling that broken heart,

When she among the crude crew, appeared again.

She was a deceptive destiny and there wasn`t a path,

But he waited long and searched for a scout.

But it was hard to see him suffer and yet the worse,

I didn`t know what to talk, how to walk about...