Yakety-Yak

Looking the world through coloured glass
As passing by metal tracks,
Mesh of time blown by furious motion,
Clinging to moments slipping from eyes;

Dense ignorance of past sprawling over fields,
Rows of gardens bound to change there seeds,
Green emotions of springs fading into dark nights,
Rain fell from heaven to quail in the earth’s site;

Gazing through window to the another window,
Half hung out and half in safe despise,
Waiting for the start and tumbling down inside,
Destiny is sure to arrive but not before sun rise;

Blighted grown towns leaving the pain aside,
On the shore of trust habitants lost in strife,
Laughing mocks never realised insanity of hypocrisy,
Burdening there luggage on the humans lives!