Some thousands are Peirced by thorns
The flowers have killed a million
The Earth's framed into mortuaries
The left are tortured by scents of situations.

Some change claim no reasons
Only for the time to be pretent
By growing crystal flowers
And, Birds under Oceans.

The innocence of the Artist
Befools the ages
The Matures seek some fragrance
While the young are on decay

The Time has capitulated thoughts
The candles are on seize
Hearts are playing with deadly storms
The Lust wins lovely prize

The sensibilities are turning into vintages
The silence is whispering to silence
The tears have cut their tongue
And,the dumb are teaching languages...

~ Yudhish