By Pinky   

On a forlorn note he walks by the past
A moment of glory but nothing to share
Taken to task to behold thy ventures
A message and a look of prejudice
It shall not embrace what is given
But all a sword and a fight of words
Now a total wonder on that line of thought
Why shall one want to betray twice
That very meagre beginnings and then again
Just an integer of joy but not a single soul
I stand alone and as I look past fame
Happens,Cry's and then runs forlorn.

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This is a poem I wrote after successfully getting one of my poems published called Lend me your ears in the book of Hopkins literary association titled blooms".