The destitute of humanity
The piling up rivalry
The thrust for power
The lust for money
Masks carried in the bag
Promises carried in the purse
Tongues that hide under one
Differing attitude for every bone
The hurry for a zero
A race without a pause
Watching moon is a business
Gold mound is the purpose!!
Long forgotten smiles
Never bothered byes
Carrot in front of a donkey
With a totally unknown jockey
Give life a break
Give yourself a break
Stop to look back
Explore boundaries beyond business
The mounts and cliffs
Will stay there forever
But, you will leave
Anytime sooner
Listen to the bird
That sings in your yard
Tomorrow he might not sing it
Or you might not hear it
Live a livelihood
With no more falsehood
Let attitude stay in attic
Let love be the religion!
