The Hollow Of Life
The Hollow Of Life
Why does the world betray her always?
Why does she face battered and weary days?
Some say, it’s all a game of destiny,
While others proclaim, “it’s fate’s alchemy”.
Is happiness the luxury of a few?
Or is she undeserving to relish it anew?
Teary-eyed, sunken heart, she looks afar,
Awaiting an angel, a unicorn or a mystic czar.
Her cries go unheard in this crowd,
At times they turn around to sneer aloud.
It is all malicious, cruel and ungrateful,
Lost, insane and far from being truthful.
She craves to be happy once again,
Like a toddler in her mother’s reign.
Several are her dreams of myriad hues,
Of smiles, frolic and lovely mews.