The dungeon suffocation,

The empty hearts,

The pungent lives,

Escaping and passing like,

A smoke in air,

Bland laughter,

Meaningless meanings,

Meandering in the minds and souls,

The poverty of goodness,

Passing through beings,

The greatest abstractions and distractions giving birth to irreparable pain.

They're broken, but in vain?

Like wounds, like boils, like ergots,

Mushrooming like pollution,

Creating something hurdle some,

Something obstructive,

An insipid greenery,

But, a futile disease?

Hammers and guns,

On their own,

A seepage that they themselves have honed.

The shapeless mounds and heaps,

Peeps through the weeps,

Adding it one over the other,

A building of their own,

And no windows to set free,

It's a landless sea,

A sealess land,

That is blinging plain.

The EXTREMITIES of life!!