Poetry

The world, the din, the time, the kin, 
In our days are a sin, 
Love’s condemned and not true, 
A farce for sex, a laugh at You. [1]

Simplicity is a crime, 
Frauds and liers are divine, 
Sex is worshiped, live not true, 
Cheat be cheated our motos new. [2]

Love is lost - so dear to You, 
And lovers are but a few, 
‘Cause they know that live if hell, 
As customs are but their cell. [3]

The lies, the crime, the evil ways, 
Are the paths of our days, 
We love our neighbour as love’s not true, 
And hate the others cause they do too. [4]
 (Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra