CURSE

When green age made me to glean

When I believed the world,

As I have seen

The slap of time dragged me;

and hence teaches me to be mean.

To be honest is a great curse

that strips off the belongings,

Where are those values taught,

All is pretention just to be closed in purse.

I am not the one I was,

Everybody knows this one’s cause.

This double-game lies inside everyone-

This loss is nothing to grieve, but fun.

People aching in making me what I’m not,

This soul unable to adjust with what I’ve got

The fatal-strife has altered me to the marrow:

My own space squeezed and bowed down to the deadly-lot!