When angels
turn out to be,
The devil
incarnate,
When lies
exposed the villain,
In that hero
you prayed,
When mirror
lies broken,
That image
stands tattered,
You see the
grim reality,
In all
reflections scattered,
When hero
that you idolised,
Falls in front
of your eyes,
When
darkness seems the victor,
The light
within you dies.
Yes you
stand muted,
Truth hits
you in the face,
You watch in
sheer despair,
As hero
slays its grace,
You try hard
to control,
But mind
won’t simply rest,
You try and
justify,
Why hero
failed the litmus test?
That hero
whom you idolised,
Has spoiled
the way you pictured life,
Your heart
afraid of darkness,
When heroes
fall they don’t just fall alone,
They fall
down taking with them millions of hopes,
They drag down
with self, the future they did mould,
They fall
leaving back, hearts broken and cold,
They float
in their shame, as hopes drown in eyes,
The sun
hides away, and blank are the skies,
But little
do they care, their egos reign supreme,
Armour of arrogance
replaces the humble sheen,
And
shameless they survive, the fall just continues,
They milk
their infamy, and sell our tears too,
Safe in their
bubble, they watch us lit the pyre,
When heroes
fall they live, mocking death of our desires.
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