An omniscient voice said, We are human beings, Without any humanity. Some are spoiling the purity of fertility ******* around not knowing whom to **** around One speaks nonsense and expects the other to reply. Each and every one has their wish and will, Which shapes an individual But some lovely bodies will do nothing Instead, keep complaining About the world being round Assuming that the hidden truth was found. Money, food, flesh are the three vitamins All that one needs in life Whereas one may just need a knife. To **** that cliché To show the life in a sachet. Forgetting that we in a reverie Of so-called living. Ask yourself "Am I living or Surviving? " The brain will suggest option A While heart will be throbbing to say "SURVIVING". The definition of the term ‘Privacy' Is lost in networks ‘Secrecy' Videotaping ones ‘Intimacy' Has become our ‘Fantasy' How can they be a wrong deed When they satisfy our need. Most of us convert money From foreign to the native currency Forgetting that we are Literally converting needs to wants. The dying proverb "Money makes many things" Has become the living truth "Money is everything" We all have forgotten to exchange goods. Is it because the barter system is extinct now? Where can one find love? Is it in the self or in the other?