MISCELLANEA

EMPTY SHELL

EMPTY SHELL


I am just an empty shell,
A whistle making noise;
An empty balloon that does
Betray a fancy poise.

I’m nothing but a spent force,
A forsaken glory,
Basking in the past, with a
Future that is hoary.

I am a flower that is
Pricked all over by thorns.
Gone is my freshness, a pale
Gloom only, me, adorns.

I don’t care my looks but I
Do lament on my part:
I can’t brighten a child’s eye,
Thrill his innocent heart.



· Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.



M C Gupta
9 April 2006