Next Year

By Maanya Johari

Dark empty hall Plastered with shame Weak pillars So called hall of fame Sometimes a crowd Cheers and light music Swooning souls Melody of giggles Everything vanishes soon And starts again too But the hall is helpless It can only wait Wait for their happiness Births anniversaries Promotions and more Success stories

After all the celebrations The hall is left empty again With smelly messy floor Some popped balloons Eternal silence And inevitable darkness The wait replaces happiness Regaining the helplessness Maybe next year The hall will be full Maybe without tears More beautiful

By Maanya Johari