Narrow wide winding and straight,
We have roads too many
But no path to take us anywhere.
Hands feet and heads are on their way
But no man to be seen anywhere.
Hustle bustle talk and chatter
But no words to be heard around,
Ear-splitting deafening noise
But pin-drop silence all around.
Nothing nothing naught is there
Eyes with no vision in there,
Throbbing heart and breathing lungs
With no light and stifling air,
Living beings walking about
Alas there’s no life around.