[Synopsis: Disappointment is an enigma-both trifle and huge! Our expectations –towards friends and family are essential, but in a manner tests our belief in our own stands. This poem doesn’t complain of a person being left alone but softly takes the blame on oneself for being too emotionally insecure. The first time I try on three- lined verses. Read on.. ]
Yet Unfulfilled
Born under an unlucky star
All wishes dying under desperate despair
Some did come true but half and unfair
Of burning charcoal, remembered only in the cold
My soul keeps the life in it tight and behold
When all my ideals are useless, old and sold
Loneliness, being still in a crowd shows
A face scared of all friendly foes
A heart cut and bent of which only God knows
Of wars being waged many an instance
None a soul bearing an acceptance
Again, my wishes handicapped on a life long sentence
When life finds loneliness a companion better
Till emotions turn less tear and more of water
And just die or shatter or scatter
An unlucky birth born only to serve
All beauty and charm lost none to preserve
Devoid of all laurels it might as well be worth and deserve
Yet my ideals get guarded in a more deeper shell
To this sympathetic world however cheap they sell
Though unfulfilled yet carried thru my grave and beyond till hell
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