A gift box,
Shining and glowing,
Rimmed with colored dust,
Made with finesse,
Is sitting on the table,
Projecting its surreal beauty,
The variegated stripes on its cover,
tried to add value,
To the gift sitting inside the box,
The magnificent box increased the curiosity,
What might be inside?
With fervor, it was opened,
And there were a few rotten apples,
Degrading the inside of the box,
Reducing the entire value,
To zero…
What an anticlimax!
Yes..people generally spend their time decorating their outer self that the inner self gets degraded and rotten..
That is true… And your poem reflects that emptiness in our plastic world pretty well.
Thank you pradita for reading and comprehending..i am glad..
You’re most welcome 😊
Brilliantly written. Appearances can be deceiving and what truly matters is what’s inside. Great job!
Thank you for reading shweta..
It was my pleasure!
Ooh! You know this reminded me of all those pretty people- hollow from inside. Eeeeeh. God, that’s amazing 🙂
you got the point….that is brilliant
Yes! 🙂 🙂