A little, shiny something,
in the distance,
caught her sight,
on she looked at it
with wide
wonderstruck eyes.
"Must be a precious gem,",
she thought,
"For it shines so bright.",
and kept gazing at it
come day, come night.
Curiosity
overcame her -
enthusiastic,
with eager eyes,
out she ventured
of her cocoon
and made her way towards It.
But, finding It nowhere,
she looked around
frantically,
and then saw...
...a bauble perched
in place of It -
her precious gem.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
A little, shiny something,
in the distance,
caught her sight,
on she looked at it
with wide
wonderstruck eyes.
"Must be a precious gem,",
she thought,
"For it shines so bright.",
and kept gazing at it
come day, come night.
Curiosity
overcame her -
enthusiastic,
with eager eyes,
out she ventured
of her cocoon
and made her way towards It.
But, finding It nowhere,
she looked around
frantically,
and then saw...
...a bauble perched
in place of It -
her precious gem.
Pretty disillusioned, myself, right now, with everything - society, politics...Every cruel blow of reality, is a reminder of the illusions we have.
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