IRONY

 Note that obvious difference,

of this human nature!

In spite of being sad,

they end up pretending happy!!

They stay quiet

when they wanna talk!!

They fake those smiles

when they want to cry out,

their bulky emotions!!

They peep through others

when they could've peeped themselves!!


They just ignore the things,

they could've noticed!!


They want to be called,

for their dignity,

rather their art!!

They notice those flaws

when they could've admired thy beauty!!


They remember those harsh moments,

Rather than the contented ones!!


They give excuses for the real things,

rather than those unwanted ones!!

And in the end, they regret the chance they missed,

And not have been satisfied with…




The following poem written by DIYA ALWANI has also been published in the TWINKLING VERSUS ANTHOLOGY✨
If interested in purchasing the book do visit:  https://notionpress.com/read/twinkling-verses

 


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