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Hollow
Somya Tripathi
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I toiled so hard without any foresight

I laboured all night by the lamplight
That moment of elation when it all came to fruition

Was so short-lived that I made no motion

And now I am hollow.

I shunned everything even the so-classed “pleasure”
Only to be left with an empty treasure

The joy that I felt while climbing up the hill

Vanished into dust when I looked out of the window-sill
And now I am hollow.

I can’t tell but something’s surely amiss

Because they called this facade a sweet, sweet bliss
Oh!, How I envy who has some aim defeated

For they can look tomorrow with fervour rejuvenated

But now I am hollow.

Oh, I don’t want to be satisfied
Oh, I don’t want to be gratified.

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