And life shall no more circle around itself,
And no more dogging behind some feeble hope
Wary life shall spent itself with, again.
From dusk to dawn, faces that come and go
Like clouds of different shapes, astray
Casting shadows to soothe the weary eyes.
Somewhere far away the world is greener
With the rain. Further even a rainbow,
Where bright sunshine makes love to the sky.
But here life remains same old flat and blue,
Here, the luster is gone and the world is brown.
Here things remain as they are, nothing dies.