Theme: Agony

Honestly It Pains


Honestly it pains me a lot, 
That times have become evil;
Now all love, care and respect;
Remain with the fabricated trend.

Friendship is a plot contingent, 
Relations lack feel and sense;
Sincerity too loses its very soul,
Now conscience isn't preference.

Possibly the time demands so,
But it pains humanity as well;
Poor realization surely comes,
But then only calamities prevail.

Why does one gravely forget, 
That theirs is an ephemeral stay;
However proud of us, we are,
We're merely the puppets of clay.

Image © Prof. Shailesh Kumar Mishra


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