Echo And Reality

I sing Shahana Bahar, a malody of delight. It echoed aloud, Marwa, music of sadness-filled plight I laugh aloud and I hear it back as a scary scream My gleam of glee turns into hallucinatory dream Each false virtue that I hate haunts me like a hounds unbound. Trust and mistrust amalgamate and make meaningless sound. The impressions I form to attract all, impress no one Amidst my endless fights, no inner battles I have won. Efforts that give the illusion of success often fail. Why does fate prompt me to upset the boat when I still sail? Convictions are converted into crude catastrophes. Punctuations of quotations close as apostrophes With silences of bridge, ledge, and edge, badge, bodge, and budge clash Amidst pitch dark clouds torches of light as thunderbolts flash Sounds of church bells peal from graves where tolling knells are hidden. Though echoes sound true, is disclosure of truth forbidden?