Forgotten

Left a stamp on the world

Simply by being in it

Everyone leaves soul print

Just by occupying a minute

No one sees the sneers

Judgements in the making

No one shares the fears

Being just too busy taking

No one remembers the favors

That were volunteered in vulnerability

But one less a volcano blows

Suspect of destabilizing sustainability.

No one foretells the future

Like the one who predicts every foul

And acts to protect the pack

And is a songbird morphed into an owl

Then all of a sudden it’s just an echo

And those left are in disbelief

And torn between the two

A feeling of guilt or of relief?

Soon, the echo becomes a trail in the air

Traced almost by none except a few

Can the one whose voice filled the void

Be so mute to the ones who he by heart he knew?