Poetry

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 defies 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.