WHEN TRUTH IS STRANGE; LOVE IS FICTION

They lived happily ever after, would be the end she thought,

the story turned bitter and so her life.

Reasons obscure for the skeleton examiners

Queer it seemed at a glance,

obvious it became, with the life she led

Had he spent some time with her, spoke to her

He consigned to oblivion a year ago, confessed him;

The solitude created a lacuna,

Amplified with time, keeping her near to death

Blurred were the images she saw

Fainter were the smiles she portrayed

The ray of hope faded away, with increased darkness

more toxic than the toxin she chose,

to author the poignant scene

Lost life, unheard, unsaid, un smelt

It was lost from the people around

Inhumane and selfish the world had turned into

Un realistic for those, who wish for it to be a better place.

Based on a news article https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=2&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwi_ge3J76XbAhUMSX0KHZK-CpwQFjABegQIARA3&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.hindustantimes.com%2Fmumbai-news%2Fman-returns-from-us-after-a-year-finds-mother-s-skeleton-in-mumbai-flat%2Fstory-eNSLRdKhdRsZU5jA0wwHCL.html&usg=AOvVaw1Q9SpYnw4cxiMNv23eIOGO that read about a mother who was living alone in Bombay and was supposed to be survived by her only son who lived abroad.