The Instagram Queen

Why would you die?

Why would you kill?
Just keep writing, as before,
The sorrows of the heart,
Storing away small, sweet memories,
Tiny fragments of joy.

You too were once a lover,
Sharing joys and sorrows,
With passion and inspiration,
In a world where daily,
You opened your heart,
Revealing your pain to someone,
Peeling back the veil of sorrow,
Dressing in the vibrant hues of a new world.

Perhaps, in the urge to live,
You tied your heart to another,
So why this pride?
If life’s meaning lies in defiance,
Why mourn over anything?
Seek no more the pain of separation,
Or the divide between love and affection.

You remain unbroken,
Even if she creates a thousand rifts,
One day, even the trash of waste
Will turn to pride.

Stand fearless,
For she will understand,
One day,
How right you were;
Live on, meditating on truth,
A traveler on the path of sincerity.

What can she give you in return?
Your dreams, your sacrifices,
She drowned them all,
The gifts given in the name of love,
Do not take them back,
Can she ever return the time you lost?

Do not heed her excuses,
The flame of true love never dies,
So, with a smile, tell her,
“Ta-ta, goodbye.”

Now, they say she is
The Instagram Queen,
She thinks of you as nothing,
A Bedouin in life’s battlefield,
Ha... ha... ha...
But remind her, firmly,
In your realm of wisdom,
You are the king.
While she flaunts her body online,
Flirting with many,
She is but a symbol of emptiness.

✍️ Mottakinur Rahman