Tarnished Marble

Gather stones from its feet,
A disintegrating statue,
Remains scattered on the ground,
Placed in the graveyard,
Where souls never compensate,
For occupying their enlightened states.

Once someone important,
Fortunate enough,
To have said something thoughtful,
At just the right time.

The name inscribed on the plinth,
Is unfamiliar to your uneducated eyes.

Nobody ever remembers,
Who philosophised the words,
The implication always,
creates its own mouth.