glamour carries gloom,
world sees only what is abloom,
plenty endured, millions fell
even before color pigmented.
rest while you can, they say,
how can i, while my heart is battered hard and sulks in dismay,
i wander to share their pain,
of all those buds and leaves.
while even then, no one cares,
broken and brown, no wind dares
to sway them away from under their mother,
there lie their graceful graves.
tears trickle down my face, boon or bane,
while new buds grow plum, memories of the fallen wane,
in my melancholy hides a tale,
of a depressed heart that hides its name.
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the backdrop sets to both nature and also human relations. Of course, they are hardly different!
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This poem is written for One Single Impression. The prompt for the week is ‘depression’.