PLANET OF DISCOMFORT
Where emptiness abound;
Therein to stay it crowd;
Then brokenness bold'y speaks;
Planet of discomfort.
Who played this strings of clef?
We were wait'ng for real minds;
To check our knock'ng engine;
Shouts of deep lowliness.
Discussion quest for none;
Exchang'ng sigh and words With
Richest self appointment;
Wealthy Disappointment.
If sunrise brightens day;
Its rays-flare, ignites heart;
Amplified voice' not seen;
To solitude Married.
Trophies never come by;
Like when tress of smiles dye;
They're clef played in the head;
Rivers of loneliness.
When we'd be gone nowhere;
Those that smiled in our face;
Forgets us and thank grace;
They take our space and mute.
They take our space and mute;
Like they learnt to play games;
Mouths that kissed will fly quick;
They'd prayed so we lived sick.
They went behind present;
Discussed our ill disgrace;
Rooted the news in sorry;
Sorry they gifted in smile.
Yourself forgot to live;
You died with eyes open;
Took cool cooked diet of death;
And lived in dirt of words.
But we pray this death's death;
For Our lives lives alive;
In Love with those lovers;
Real people came to survive.