The roots of the crown
Are now rising above the ground
The stalks of the creed
Are now lessening beneath the heeds
The fruits of the sorrow
Are now soaring over the barrow
The leaves of the needs
Are now fluttering over the streets
The grown foliation of schist sanity
Are now alienating the gneisses humanity
The soil of fecund personalities
Are now barring the prolific individuality
The droplets of pious deeds
Are now decaying all the righteous seeds
The brains of the boggling ichor
Are now thinking about to conquer
So what do we do now, bring some petrichor to our veins now,
Coz the purity of breath is stupored
So smell it with every sniff of haze now.
Or keep life on the strike, so can bring the feeds to our reach now.
Or live it alike to the craze,
So we can talk over the road now.
Or give it always a break,
So everything can fix now.
Or think before the coming spring
Coz everything is gonna scatter now
Just stop irrigating it
Coz it’s just a poisonous sap
Growing a plant of demoniacal reflections
Can never be a valuable hash.
Maybe the summers bring shine to it
Or may get screwed by the praised
Maybe the winters keep it fade
Or may get even flaccid and vague
So break
The chain of recycling the needy
Is just playing a part of a greedy
You may not say it freely
But the truth is really creepy
It’s not the world that makes you blind
It’s just your eyes that are sleepy.
