They say you never knew what you had until its lost,
Truth is, when the need was satiated, the value was tossed.
Among the strange mix of things, its no rarity, this ungratefulness,
You don't even need to search, ambiguous is this fatefullness.
The worth of a person is measured by their utility,
Once the gain is achieved, what even is civility?
In world full of people who believe in wilful alienation,
Its only the souls that are pure, who practice the art of salvation.
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How many of you all have felt this?
I'm sure we all know at least one such person who just never gives a damn! They are their only concern and the world can go f**k itself.
What is your reaction to such people? What do you do when pitted in such a situation?
Do share your thoughts!
I love hearing from you all!
Cheers!
Zoya
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Alation
PoesíaHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."