Turning over the pages are so many,
So many lives of some unknown tribes
Each phrase on the left, painting the canvas
The lines on the right, turning night anxious

Every chapter with dark sky brings hopes in stars
Morning isn’t so luminous, radiant or Isn’t much of pleasant
The lives are spinning wheel of overflown ink
Borrowed from death, one eyed, uninvited tenant.

Whistling winds were singing along
Rode the sun and dragged the moon, to dawn
Fields of grass burned as the city lights
Blood soaked in fear and mourn for the peaceful crown

Lust for flesh, desire for purity
Made of sins, left obscure
The universe has it’s own judgement
But human made rule of his own tour
the death never has compassion or desire for the living
It is all that karma, one must be aware it’s non-forgiving.

At the world’s end, when everything falls apart
The light of hope and happiness burns in our hearts
One smile made choices to love one another
At the end we are all humans, the choices are scare
with the darkness ellipses to the sun and a new life get to starts!