On The Dais of Mundane with Various Attires.

"I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through description"

Where do I find him?

In the lost era of the past,

He was an infant,

Innocent as subtle as prudent. 

Where do I find him?

On the soft rosy velvet,

Spread on the lap of mother,

In seeking the purest form of love.  

Where do I find him?

Bewildered by observing,

And absorbing the norms of conduct,

In juvenile times. 

Where do I find him?

Who ran behind attention,

Finding the traces of the better half, 

To lead the rest half of the journey. 

Where do I find him?

In the home of home,

Struggling to be a man of the family,

And a gentleman of society. 

Where do I find him?

In the memories of the last moments, 

Who's stuck in dichotomy,

To live and leave the legacy. 

Where do I find him?

Who departed forever in the depths of time,

Enacting the play of infinity,

On the dais of mundane with various attires.