The decline is steep and fast
Life groans under the debris of charities.
Can you trespass the designed lies?
When the path reaches the milestone
long arms of justice defy the boulders,
which were ready to build a shrine.
The mutiny was feeble
and the poisoned arrow did not find the guilty.
A big mouth causes delirium tremens.
You weep under a cloud.
Let us drink a toast in memory of a failed god
Who could not rescue a town from loneliness.
A courtesan lies in the mid of road under concrete asphalt.
The wheels don’t stop and world moves on.
