Black and Smoke , Black and Smoke
I opened my eyes
Rigid land , full of Red
I saw my comrades dead.
Severe injuries , without a pinch of pain
Strolled in the barren-garden of limbs and vain.
A thought of higher ups came to my mind ,
Even before the folks of mine.
I thought to myself “Even a stranger would be fine.”
But not even an entity was found on the land of land-mines.
This good-evil feel of greed,
Was not a fault of mine but of my breed.
My mind asked “Is it the end?”
While my soul said “Don't know of you but for me ‘It’ is the end.”
Categories:
sybaritic, dark, death of a
Form: Rhyme
Socializing, all day, until the cockcrow appears
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, with his peers
Brilliant suits, perfect look, for the lovely dears
A busy body…......here and there, lots of cheers
Rich in emotion, poor in action, everyone hears
Interesting life….....champagne, wine and beers
Tick tock tick tock, says the clock, lo......., it gears
It’s first to arrive, late to leave, some disappears
Chitchat….chitchat….the hosts, almost, in tears
Categories:
sybaritic, life, on work and
Form: Acrostic