The world is old and Grey,
Things concurring to the fact that everything is subject to change except change itself.

It is a dying world,
Where the unusual is seen as usual.

I gaze at her every day,
Instead of getting stronger, she kept fading away continually.

She have been stab with a knife,
And like a ball, she is letting out her content.

I remembered the old tradition when she was still young,
When there was a stand and fight against evil practices but now she is a place where only few mostly stand against evil.

I remembered the ancient days when she was still young,
When there was high rate of modesty but now many are in the **** knot under the wing of fashion.

I remembered the old tradition when she was still young,
When virginity is protected and honored with the medal of pride, loosing her is like loosing the jewel in the crown but now her pride have been puncture, she has lost her place and regards walking the streets.

I remembered the ancient days when she was still young,
When diseases are less and curable and illnesses, infections are controlled and endemic but now immense incurable diseases of different species epidemic and so pandemic.

We are trapped in a dying world,
Faced to faced with numerous abnormalities.