Where have we come!!

The desire to be known,
Shedding our own self.
Blinded by those strobe lights,
With nothing but a greedy soul.
Those silent moments of beauty,
Long lost in applause.
A moment for others found oft,
Not one for self though.
Being with cellphones full of chatter,
Emptiness in our own soul.
A profile click to remember a person,
Is that our own,real goal??
Feeble handshakes and trembling legs,
Playing is now meant only for dead.
Pity of few and yet pity of many,
The toast is hard and that is irony.