The Fake

                  The Fake
     Fake is the reality which I received,
      It was nothing to what I perceived.
       Others less worthy equalled thee;
     But could I only remain mute; not me!
 Fake is the approbation received for equalling,
    Someday, somewhere there will be signalling.
He who was destined for less, equalBut I gave up all this without any quarrel.
     Fake is the elation his root experienced at;
      Neither me nor my root could deny that.
    But, ‘tis my failure or my success I don’t know?
     It was not true now that we reap what we sow!
         Fake is all the glitters which came,
        It was only for the one who was so tame.
           Seemingly unknown I was unsung then,
         Please tell me the elation I shall when?
          Fake is the procession which was shown,
           It was a storm with which I was blown;
            Neither thee nor thy shall carry this
To the grave; I vent give only for his.Fake is the reality which I received,

               It was nothing to what I perceived.

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