In the rays of faded glory, others will aversely perish,
Seeing that they are despised by those who are apt to cherish,
Afterwards, it will not matter who was faking the applause;
Craving for the sky impels them to disclose their flaws.

But the stars are dimming up above and if one die away,
No one cares much about its demise, no word to lay;
All are silent. All, excepting one among this nasty crowd -
The enchanting sun, which tells to stay away from this aloud.