Why can’t I erase the frown from a melancholic day?
Swaying from time to time, between unrelated dimensions
Searching for some reason under the Fountain of thoughts
Far away, some cataclysmic events occurred in a parallel reality
Some effects of ancient events still under the mysterious layers
Thwarted dreams revisit life- warning in a cryptic language
Rich blossoms amidst the gloomy nature is a contradiction
Some trees will never have life, but ravens go there and rest
Never it has occurred, to wander far away, without permission
What are the reasons for clinging to the inclement world?
That which started with a dark spot now expands uncontrollably
Trying to enumerate the events while resting alone