By Nirmala Kashyap
No where can we find a person
without any caste, religion or "darshan"
No where can we see a holy place
with beggars no one.
Shocked to see the greed and yearns
with the scepter of holding the tongues.
Imagination is thrown in the market
but interested is no one.
Who wants melody now dear
Each one is on one day trial.
Impossible is the day without deaths
And also a night without fear.
Oxygen is now in limited cylinders
Natural trees have been squeezed
Mountains of wastes exceed the Everest
Pets are pettier than ever you bet.
Chaos is the ultimate silence of life
With everyone randomly attached
Detached secretly in the chain within
This is to sell you a pair of glass
Showing nothing visible.