Life is a song

As life is a song , I shall share a piece in a vent , brace yourself, for my pen is full of dents, I could count the leaves that curled into a crumpled cone, that is how much I have tried getting lost into a dead zone, Drowning in the wind that carries generations of expectations, Aiding their needs with a pile of frustrations, Sounds of those agonizing nags, Purging from the holes of those pruning hags, It must be a skill one can only be born with, the souls seasoned in salt can be this bitter witch, Harmonious hypocrites hiding behind so called sacred veils, Whispering chants and believing in their dumb bits, “ oh look at me and my cunning wits”!! How in god’s name does your brain sit? “limbs of iron and spines of steel “ they say, But watch those verses crack from the slightest sway, All that labor of kindness comes with a nasty bottomless price to pay, Begging for benefits on a beat only they can draw, And some playing humbled and satisfied to the main show, Tune twisters and lyrical liars, A swarm burning under a blanket of my mind’s fire,