Expectations whirled.

Such a Panglossian.
I thought I had succeeded to win handful of hearts if not hundreds or thousands.
And, how that handful has fallen to absolute void.
None to be more precise.
Hearts, a remote possession I could ever have
I had failed at the inception
To win their words,
Heart such a great expectation
Smashed at its face
Alongwith my yearning, fragile heart.