Imprudent night, the dreams are hollow too

Inappropriate feelings drape the unlit reality

There are no spare sparks from the waning flame

Curious faces speak hurriedly, only to blame

The dismal moments are surprisingly stubborn

Unaware of the repercussions of such proclivity

Blind towards the misdeeds- fatal repetitions

Lesser senses run amok to wrongfully woo

Mischievous chances of diabolical times

Speaking the untruths through a porous barrel

Life could not be unseen if the mind was keen

Doubtful scribbling in many antique pages

Evokes the other side of a dangerous world

Puerile nature of man conflicts with the Universe

Of whose stubborn actions threaten existence

Crumbling everyday, the changes are extreme


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