Wrong Decision

Blank verse Collecting feuds on wet mind Remained walking shutting nose Mad dust were freely trying Waiting for entries in my holes May be this is cries of modern men Who roam not having job in my town Poor are powerless and cannot Manage dirt for dwelling time Every where steps are like in havoc Unlawful swarming of blowing flows Pure wind and greenery died in my front Helpless I remained locking hands Poor cries of the beauties in my towns Remained dying without cleanliness Wise men were busy in town hall In plan and project for all blinds Always always same versions and directives Concluded in my brain acts of modern men I bumped myself in cosy bed Only shaking effortless pen Critics reading in daily paper always My hair turned to be grey and covered sixty Still a ray of hope provokes in mind Sun and moon direct for alive this way Wrong decision to bring aqua for all Stopping corruptions only in paper print Gentlemen blow their knows for their sway Lot of cars are busy making jams in wrong way. Lives of modern men pedal this way For next morning sun will shine in east Youths are filling forms for foreign soil Wrong decision prevails in their home always. God bless all.