Broken images.

Two lives, two stories, both broken images,

One filled with success, the other with failed bridges.

One walked on a path of glory and fame,

The other stumbled through life's rocky terrain.

The first one shone like a star in the night,

With riches and luxury, a life of delight.

But beneath the surface, a different tale,

Of emptiness and pain that no money could scale.

The second one struggled to make ends meet,

A life of hardship, a daily defeat.

But beneath the surface, a heart of gold,

With love and kindness that never grew old.

The first one chased success, fame, and power,

But in the end, it was an empty tower.

The second one lived a life of purpose and meaning,

Despite the struggles, a heart that kept gleaming.

Broken images, but a tale to tell,

Of two lives lived, one heaven, one hell.

For success is not measured by what we have or gain,

But by the love we give and the memories we retain.

(Dihash).