Hollowness – Divya Rajiv, Karnataka

The triumph of emptiness is rude.

It only slaps you more and celebrates .

It never lets the hollow be filled ,

for it knows, that’s its fall back.

It churns your pain and laughs aloud,

makes it hollowed and plays aloof.

It knows his stay is prolonged,

bringing darkness and sorrow along.

It never lets you smile,

for that will burn itself to ashes.

It never lets you grow,

for that’s a felo-de-se.

It stalks around you,

and never lets you free.

Arrested till its stay,

even tears and fears are his play.

In vain you search for some impotent succor,

and in vain you confront only hollowness.