Can You See This?

Can you see this,

Here it is the graveyard of desires,

Feelings, from this place, 

Are deported and retired,

Crammed up in the cargo

Way away from this city

To be dumped in a vale

It cannot seep away or transpire

And we end up

As sheer components 

Of a heartless machinery

Destined to be unperturbed

By our own deeds 

And our misery.

If, in the mad rush,

You chance upon to see a bud

You fail to discern 

The mingled tint

Of someone's blood.