Existence

When I think about Existence

Heart pierces like thorn pricks

Earnings; a somersault

For the rumbling stomach

Fate, a fiddler fiddles

Exile from this impossible

“overcoming” the only choice

 

Some strive for day-to-day life

Many for their dreams to come true

Money is the madly incessant ruler

No bonding in family ;lack of morality

Endless list flows on

Conscience lost its way

people oppressed in microcosm

what a self-centric, inhumane ,devilish!

Mayhem in and out

A moment of aberration

Nerves fray by the drug

Plethora !fancy in fantasy

His own kind affected

Like virus to the mankind

For a while the black clouds hide

Bright rays of the sun

Dawn and dusk are inevitable

Call of innocents certainly get answered

Morality, a beacon of light

Replenish the golden times

Rising up after every fall.