Path of eternal youth..

Hiding her face, hiding the truth..

She walked the path, of eternal youth.

Glitters, diamonds, pretty faces,

Pretty lies..

It was her doom in disguise.

Hair of black color,

Along with a black fallen dress,

She was a professional like no other,

Who dressed, just to impress.

Oh, she used to be real,

so down to Earth.

Now all the matters is,

what her shoes are worth.

But silver rings, golden chains,

Couldn't cure a heart gone insane.

She's the star of the show,

They say they love her..

but very little do they know.

Staring and pointing,

they see through the glass, 

but emotions cannot pass.

To the one in spotlight,

doesn't it feel a curse?

Though you get all the success,

but your mind gets worse..

Reviews

[B]

Love this poem Nabeeha

Some people get shoved into the spotlight and suddenly they notice they have been placed in the airhead chair

ONLY a wise one pulls back ..... puts on the cap and runs away
For that scene will never remain .... and a smart lady will go away .....

For sure

Good job

[Nabeeha Mustafa]

Exactly. Thankyou :')

[Ana B.]

Wonderful message, always actual lately, how easy is to go down that road.....few will escape sane...

[Nabeeha Mustafa]

So true. :)

[wordman]

so her fortune and fame consumed her mind

[~]

I like this poem Nabeeha. I like the imagery, and how you have brought real life into it. :D

[Nabeeha Mustafa]

Thankyou so much :'D I'm glad you liked it.