No Gratitude, No obligation,
No burning desire for any confrontation,
No moral pangs, No heart to ache,
Just a wicked brain, and some cruel calculation.
No stirring soul, No tears in eye,
No prophets to preach, No knowledge of right.
No friends to help, No foes to fight.
Just an ugly heart, just an ugly time.
No birds to sing, no sun to shine,
No hiss of rain, no moon at nine.
No summers to be, no spring in sight,
Just a wicked world,and a wicked guy.
No burning desire for any confrontation,
No moral pangs, No heart to ache,
Just a wicked brain, and some cruel calculation.
No stirring soul, No tears in eye,
No prophets to preach, No knowledge of right.
No friends to help, No foes to fight.
Just an ugly heart, just an ugly time.
No birds to sing, no sun to shine,
No hiss of rain, no moon at nine.
No summers to be, no spring in sight,
Just a wicked world,and a wicked guy.
5 comments:
arre yaar....
i am sure that u are nt like th one described here...and neither is th world like that....
Abhi tak machines haven't gained complete power on humans(in matrix tetms...no sunlight & n moon!!!)
thanx for writing, and I wish i cud be as optimistic about the world as you are.
When i see people fighting among themselves, friends turning foes for the most petty things, it really me haunts me to death... I wish machines take over earth, at least then there will be no pretensions, and at least the enemy would at least not be among us...
very nice poems....really it seems as if u have poured out allyour emotions in words..
great work..keep it up
use ur eyes to find the beautiful things in the world.....
Don't be so sad...
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