The Illusion Poem by Shraddhanand Srivastava

False were the promises,
That the people made;
Their affection, gesture, and
The attachment that they showed;
Deceptive were the eyes,
that wept for you;
Receptive not at all,
the hands that called you;
The house of the bricks,
it's windows and the doors
Opened for you once,
Now hail you no more;
So the world: it's glory, the glitter
the benediction you feel,
All are the web to entrap.
that runs along the time's wheel.