Idol Broke

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Another idol broke,
Another ideal died,
I thought it was solid,
Until I had tried

Why did I Try,
I should have known it for sure,
Phony is the trend of the age,
Gold is always just a trace.

In this world beauty is skin deep,
Heavy weights are feather weights,
So called light don’t even have a trace,
Yet all of us have a face.

We face each other,
We look for worth,
Yet we find it rarely,
For it’s in dearth.

You look at me,
I look at you,
You see yourself,
I see my self

We hide our feelings,
We hide all trash,
If ever it is opened,
We are all bound to crash.

In life many a times it so happens that people whom we adore fall short and fall from their position in our heart and it hurts us beyond our expectations.

Build on the wounds of realities
Facts of life
CRY OF A TEACHER
My all in all
All my poems
CRY OF A TEACHER

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