A breeze of crumbs

The green grid of greed
With its răzor sharp bars
Slices the humanity substance
A breeze of crumbs for my dinner

The clock is nailed to its tongue
No itch to bind myself to ground
Only lust, greed and death
Cuff destinies together

So, I am passing my time
As a plop
As a waft
As a dot with no control..,

13 thoughts on “A breeze of crumbs

  1. Sarala Ramkamal

    well expressed.. yet there is immense potential in man to come out of every storm .. I would love to have faith in it 🙂 God Bless


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