Decaying with progress
Multiplying like a germ
In the shackles of modernities
Insinuating charm
Blinded with ambition
Obscure existence
Suppressed emotions
No sign of lark
Silenced with noise
Blindfolded with choice
Passionate slaves of desire
Educated for servitude
Reborn to play the same game
Again and again
The inner Paupers
Mesmerized with gain
Masters of discrimination
Trodden with promiscuousness
Some with excess
Others with emptiness
The cradle of
Insecurity and fear
Colony’s of a deprived childhood
Too much to bear.
Only few pillars of Sanity
Not filled with Vanity
In true sprits
Holding the fall.