G - The Game Of Perception

  

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A bunch of tinted bottles

Sat atop the counter muddled

In varied colors

They glistened anew

With each ray of light

That passed them through

Few of them tried captivating

With their charismatic glow

While some others shined 

Like a myriad of hues in a row

All trying hard with their charm

With just a single purpose under the arm

To be that one 

Of those chosen few

Which can adorn aesthetic spaces

And spend their lives 

In blissful luxury of that woo 

Leaving behind those, according to them

Whose fate was sealed 

To be abandoned 

As valueless into the backyard field

So, there thus lay those ill-fated ones

Whose bashful glamour 

Couldnt keep up with the fancied runs

And went through the grind thus they

To be reduced to shards in such a way

So as to serve as an incandescent bulb

Or as a masterpiece in an art hub

But then, those ornamental tinted glasses

That were busy in their show

Never saw the destiny of these 

Nor even ever got to know

For that's the order of the universe 

And will always be

As, if, perceptions were to go

That might just leave behind another limbo

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter G. 

Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour