A SONG OF MY TIME

Here where tears grow empty

On skin of lust for body dirty

Plasma replaces blood

When  values rot under sod

Only  wealth is legitimate

Money doth love arrogate

Mind dwells in  a  blind alley

True love mourns in time’s valley

Only urge for living is obstinate

Ignoring life’s bliss ultimate

Emotion  carved on wooden faces

Our  vital feelings  so oft replaces

We love to live at the rough edge

With fake passion and faulty  craze

When life beautiful turns into a mirage

As we are caught here in rising road-rage

Without hope for any release from the captive air

Where we breathe a life of meaningless bondage !!!

Comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi

12/07/14