ShadesThey walk along with toasts in hand,
And wear diamonds sparkling like glitter,
Like the first rays of the sun on dry sand,
With hair done up in buns,
And fake smiles breaching on their faces,
As though they are truly having loads of fun,
But let them try as they might,
Their heart is filled with internal conflicts and fights,
A green-eyed monster fills their eyes,
Play it with publicty stunts and fake crocodile cries.
They turn different shades,
From red to green,
Camaflauging wherever there is profit it seems,
Just how can these people sell their dreams?
And change every decision in life they've made,
And break all the morals,
They themselves have laid,
Just how can they depict so many different shades?
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2010-11-29 at 13:06
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