There was a time when you were on the top. Recognised by your work.
Talent which was once appreciated. Struggle story which was once set as an example, faded slowly.
The success seemed to be like a last set of fire ember, keeping warm.
Struggling to survive, as it was the only chance to revive.
But little by little it faded away.
Like generations of people.
Few became the history.
Few lost into the pages of past, under the name of anonymous.
Yes, sad story of some people’s life who, at one point were at the pinnacle of their craft.
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So true
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A poignant story!
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A sad story of many riches to rags transformations. Great take on the prompt, Tanvir!
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There are some great works under the ‘anonymous’ category sadly. Good poem.
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True.. thank yiu
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So true.
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Thank you
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True and words of Reality, Tanvir. Great post.
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Sadly too true, too often ..
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Thank you
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That’s how life is. No one stays at top. Beautifully portrayed
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Thank you 😊
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My absolute pleasure
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aw, so sad.. i feel this
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