An invisible man
His ordinary tale
No highlights
No splash of colour
No sparkle that shines
Picture drawn in solid grey
Rage of shadow
Rage of unheard violin
Moth\'s yearning to shatter cocoon
Crying out to be seen
Disembodied desires
Seeking refuge in tomorrow
Yearning swells like river in deluge
Tomorrow arrives and next days follow
Invisible reflection in mirror,
Grabs him by the throat
Whispers in his ear
\"You were not born to be bold\"
Though the story so mundane and old
In deep recess of his soul
It pleads to be told
Everything need shadows in the Sun
Perhaps, he made others shine, being one