Forelone thy Gift
Taken so much to comprehend the disaster
Faces those are seen all were meticulous imposter
All throughout there was a subtle doubt
Whoever to put the blame on never keep guilt out
Trading in the deepest darkest toughest terrains
Withstanding the onslaught of torrential tormenting rains
To be honest and thereafter to be precise
Always trying to be nice rendered characteristics solidifying like ice
Be good do good become beneficial like log of wood
Multidimensional multidisciplinary multiplicity of usability
Can’t keep pace though irrespective of scarce motivational food
The inner dwelling innocent soul isn’t finding this world in reliability
Therapeutics consolations and sympathetic connotations
Cannot heal the chronological devastation
Deadliest deprivation discoloration demeaning doldrums
All went down in a gulp of the nectar falling out of fulcrums
Thy assumptions of thy aspirations based upon educations
Didn’t found commendations and recommendations
At least acknowledgement is what remains desirable
At the end it’s all what matters is a place that’s pleasurable
And when all this ends up sums up on the cliff of a rift
The inner voice yells Hey Forelone is thy best gift
©️ Ardhendu Pal