The night was pompous, glaring with lights and sounds of a grandeur party.
In a lonely alley besides, a woman cried being victimised, feeling lonely and empty.
Technology again excelled, systems and gadgets got updated, brilliance was patted
In a lonely corner besides, a cry was muffed, for a lil respect, a lady awaited.
Heads were soaring high, the skies a witness, when the boys passed with average marks
On a lonely bench, a girl weeped passed with distinction, yet had remarks.
A father drowning to support his family, pleading the son to come forth and help
The daughter had tears in her eyes, not once she was trusted, her pride she did gulp
The sounds of weeps and the cries were unheard, silent it was, the world of misery
Silence is sure not golden, with a daughter a sister or a mother, in agony