When wrinkled hands wrote their last diary entry !

A disfigured cloud in the sky engulfed my thoughts

All the beautiful pictures pixelated like dots

wavy view seen by tired eyes 

wondering how true somebody said- Time Flies

How my mirror now says,

I look like one of the calm faced struggling drakes

my body will soon end up in fumes and flakes

Bewildered, baffled and perplexed at times

Millions earned but not able to carry even a few dimes

Yes I wasted the opportunity called life

as I myself sharpened everyday my death knife

A disfigured cloud in the sky engulfed my thoughts

All the beautiful pictures pixelated like dots!!