The sparkles on the rough tarred road
And moisture in the thin black air
Dissolved me to a mysterious world of blindness.
The blue clouds that sailed its way to the heaven
And ash moths that danced for a meaningless breeze
Sang a song of love, less heard by me.
In the land where I stand
Where my fellow beings stand
There is less space for a drop of tear.
The giant holes on the road engulf lives
The pistol in the old man’s pocket points to his own son
The great Mother Nature has nothing to wear.
Skin and bones are mere structures to souls
But here appearance demand priority
Relationships are temporary reasons for existence.
And In this world I live, I live and I live!