He was a soldier in the army,
Worked hard; parted from his wife and son,
Yet he was remembered by none.
She was a great ballet dancer,
Her flawless moves left everyone stunned !
Yet she was remembered by none.
She was an artist,
Supposed to be a renowned one,
Yet she was remembered by none.
He was a clown, as they said,
Amused everyone, but was himself broken,
So, he was remembered by none.
He was an actor, once a heartthrob,
Soon bartered by another one,
So, he was remembered by none.
I'm a good writer,
Struggling to be a demiurgic one,
Yet, I'm certain, I'll be remembered by none.
She was a MOTHER,
Working; getting the chores done,
With her once foxy hair now tied in a messy bun,
She was never forgotten !
~Akshita Mittal
It is actually quite funny how people change their priorities and tastes with time. You can't really win over people. With such people around me, I'll always fear Oblivion for I don't wish to be forgotten. Taking an instance of a mother, I suppose to tell you about her invisible presence. Even if she's not there, she's always there in your heart; safe and remembered.
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Kindred Spirit
PoetryA collection of poems from subjects ranging from anguish to thankfulness, this book describes the understanding and commonalities between two friends who are exactly the same in every aspect. Carbon copies- You can call them. Recommended for BFFs. Y...
