Victims Of A Strange Profile Poem by C. P. Sharma

Victims of a strange profile
Our prince charming within us smiles

We just run from pillar to post
Searching his smile our life is lost

Life becomes a see-saw game
A puppet-show in wooden frame

Unaware, I shatter myself
I hardly know my real self

I am a perfect monolith
Eon slew, we grow as myth

His charms ever tickle to see his smile
But we are victims of a strange profile.

Inspiration: Saba Rahil's pic and post.