The Forsaken

The glam, the show- is long yearned for
The love, that’s shown not true though known
The flare is short lived- its end besets
The buzz, the lights- surmised to be the mights

The forsaken being fumbles for truth
A grieved life is what it hides Diverting the depress, wears a cheered mask
The torn inside mere a broken flask

The thirst-the crave, to outshine
The false applaud taken to be its sign
He rising crowd is adoration felt
But their wants have bounds, they’ll soon end

The forsaken, being is somewhere within me, somewhere within you
The time-the master, presents us all with it
Some are lost, some conquer
Relinquish or live is for you to decide

Blog Writer: Sonal Sahwal, BA (Hons) Economics, SOHSS