our lives get busy day by day
like the market square of human existence
exchange of greed for kindness
Struggles for regret
smile from the Shallow pit of survival
gains from lies and conviction
At the end of day,
we are satisfied with the streets full of colors
every fast Tiptoe leading to the pathway of Coffins and grave
The pregnant virgins with the street Lords
The do's and don't at every junction takes the blind lead
Like of night owl of deeds
The dogs feeders walk with pride into a burning furnace of Shame
The poor richly wear the ornaments of contentment
Those with the light of hope are hopeless within
Those with the book of revelation have no eyes for vision
for they flip through the pages to lamentation
With the Epitaph written out
for the womb of realities
©gracious4
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