Ruling the glamour industry
much sought after face
sashaying across the ramp
basking in all the adulation
stardom felt eternal.
Spotlight shifts focus
today, my face is a mere poster on the wall with graffiti.
Forgotten, as tides of time change.
I try to chase the elusive limelight,
only to realize,
fame is like a sparkler
burning till the light fades
transient!
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This is a truth of life! Fame is transient lasting a little time. Thanks Radhika for this lovely poem.
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And that’s very difficult for people to accept. Thanks so much Sadje.
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Inspired interpretation of the photo, Radhika! ❤ ❤ ❤ Have a wonderful week!
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Thank you Cheryl. Hope you are doing well. Take care. You too have a lovely week ahead ❤️
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Wow! Beautiful R!❤
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Thanks N❤️
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True words on transient, Radhika. Everything in life is a passing show. Once at a young age you are a beauty but as you grow older life changes. A lovely poem. Too good.
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Yes Kamal. Accepting that everything in life is ephemeral is important. Thanks so much dear. Have a lovely day ❤️
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You are always welcome dear Radhika. You too have a great day 😊😊😊😊
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Wonderful take on the pic, Radhika! Fame is indeed transient and your words capture it beautifully. ❤️
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Thanks a lot Punam ❤️
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My pleasure, dear. ❤️
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Lovely poem Radhika.
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Dakshali, thanks a lot 😊
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You’re welcome mam!
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Such a hard hitting, gorgeous poem! “Fame is like a sparkler, burning till the light fades.” Beautiful comparison. Ethereal lines as always, Mam! 😃🙏
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Thank you Sahana. Glad you liked the comparison. Have a good day ❤️
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fleeting greeting
the morning
with hot flashes
of mebbe tomorrow
with sundry pains and sorrows!~
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Fame is fickle and short-lived indeed. A brilliant take on the prompt, my dear ❤️
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Many many thanks Shweta ❤️
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You are most welcome 😊
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Such a lovely poem❤️😊
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Thank you Olivia ❤️
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The truth and price to pay for stardom Radhika, very well put! A sparkler dazzles for a moment and then disappears into obscurity , while a candle burns slowly with a pale glow through a longer life.
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Absolutely Deb. Thanks so much. Have a great day!
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Wow, this is truly amazing dear Radhika. I love how you poetry that fame doesn’t last forever in just few lines. ❤️❤️ Couldn’t agree more dear.
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So glad you liked my work. Thanks a lot dear ❤️
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Wise message with beautiful words ❤️❤️❤️🙏🏻
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Thank you Meenakshi 💖
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A beautiful take, well done.
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Thanks Mason!
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Woww..! Such a wonderful write dear Radhika..!💕
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Many thanks ❤️
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My pleasure..!
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The bitter truth of glammed up life 😶😶
Very well written 👏
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Thank you Vani ❤️
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Wonderful poem Radhika. Almost everything in life is transient and we have to accept this fact. Great words
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I agree Sowmya. Thank you so much!
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I loved how apt the poem is for the picture! Clinging to youthful beauty is such a true suffering of most of us in one way or another 🙂 And it is so much more miserable for those who derived most of their self worth and fame from that.
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Absolutely Pragalbha. To let go gracefully from the fading shadow of limelight doesn’t come easy for many and they end paying a heavy price for that. Thanks so much !!
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Ohhh very well said Radhika…this is indeed so true…😊😊😊
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Many thanks Mich 🙂
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You came with an interesting context and an even more interesting poem! Good one! 🙂
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Thanks Vignesh 🙂
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♥️
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Thanks Amber!
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Wow… Radhika, this is so well written 💜 I will join the chorus of others who agree with the message within your we’ll crafted words 👏
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Thanks a bunch Bree ❤ !
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Everything has an expiry date…even fame!!
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True Indira. Thanks 🙂
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Radhika, the depth of your poem took me back in time when i was young and to my now dog- eared quote book. There i found what i was looking for….. the lines penned by the famous poet Robert Brown.To quote him….he says
” Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be,
the last of life,for which the first was made”
Beauty fades, it fades with time, The heart grows ….fonder with time.
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I agree. Beauty and fame fade with time but inner beauty only grows. Thanks for sharing that lovely quote by Robert Brown !!
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Way to show the truth behind fame. You really get to the heart of it, I think. Fantastic ending. Leaves us remembering!
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Thank you Ben. Glad you liked the ending!
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Life could be so easy if in the beginning of journey we remember the second phase is on its way…
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Exactly Deeksha. Thanks
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A splendid take on the prompt, Radika! We were thinking along similar lines this week. 🙂
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It so beautiful ☺️
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Thank you!
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Fame is short lived, you have expressed this message so well!
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Thanks Aashi! How are you doing?
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I’m going well. How are you doing maam? Hope you have a great weekend!
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Oh I loved where you took this piece Radhika💖
Such a great story.
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Excellent explanation of the transient fame, Radhika. 💜
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Many thanks Suni 🧡
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Fame, as everything else is transient, akin to sparklers. Well written Radhika.
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Woah, awesome!
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Time taking away the then sparkling fame. Love the crafting and the story.
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Thanks Kritika
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My pleasure 🙂
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Lovely piece.
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Thanks Devika!
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