All are forgotten

The people bow in front of others' opulence,

their envy and their glutton are immense.

Coming across tenderheartedness is rare,

honesty and veracity are found nowhere.

People swap sides to their benefit,

betraying has become their habit.

You dwell in the riches, you thrive,

you lack opulence, you won't survive.

The world respects wealth and designation,

their glutton never hands resignation.

They love wealth, but the wealthy,

they wish to be financially healthy.

The memories of the good get rotten,

except opulence, everything gets forgotten.

Author's Note

A sonnet. Share your opinions and point out my cons.

Reviews

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[Peter Rogerson]

I personally think that your need to rhyme has dictated some of your lines. Of course it always does, but here I thought it more distracting. Have you tried free verse without the constrictions of rhyme?

[Vatsal Rohilla (account shifted)]

Thank you very much, sir, for taking time out of your busy schedule to review my work. You have read my problem well- my need to rhyme dictates some of my lines. As counselled by you, I would try free verse. Again, thank you very much for your valuable advice. I will look forward to your reviews.