How cruel and selfish  is the world around me

Ogling at my helplessness shamelessly

The uSury and profound villainy that so unrelenting

In Shambles and crumpled are my hopes

To see my self besieged with travesty and blows

There  aint any outsider to blame

Neither do I expect divinity from a total stranger

My life seems to be jeopardized  by actions of  nobody but a man  

Who is next to me and has always been a reverend



Nothing seems right now, nothing seems to be in order

Every piece of mine is ravaged and I am fallen

Who to blame I don’t know, perhaps who sired me

And forgotten the early promises made to see me grow

The ink that inked the first few pages with words like warmth grace and ethos

Perhaps now have been bewitched ,spewing malice and indecency from thereon

From whom to seek  answers from ,  perhaps  who is absolute to me

My talks a little ecbatic till now ,  for they just fail every time to derive the whole