Left behind.. Apu Mondal

Sometimes, you feel, something
Is being left behind
Maybe it is nothing
Was it truth, good and kind

The beliefs were sweet and sour
'Isms' had to be shaken off
Hard truth flew with the hour
And promises made were bluff

Amidst all chaos, the support
You gained had some weight
All the cries and tears found rapport
The dust has settled at a height.

Copyright: Apu Mondal@2020.c.r.