The vagary and desire to grab worldly guilt, anguished and affected souls in Vain glorious competition. Green-eyed monsters nourish deep-seated hatred in nothingness the purple see the sun-gilded slopes' beauty vanish; Death levels men's status and renders earthly possessions useless while Toamy soil enriched by human carcass, remain a perpetual greenery of life sustenance
by Aruna Kabba
Futile and soulless out-pouring of sweat for a future doomed as damnation or happiness in gardens promised; Power - the ulcer of society taking exit. Life is worth nothing but a recompense for deeds hereafter, man lies in solitary confinement of the grave, still and lifeless like a silent headstone waiting for a day of reckoning that devours human bonds. A day so dreadful, so dismal, so undeniable - when the quietude of souls breaks and mountains crumble, pulverized by Divine command. That day, that day I see Awe-stricken creatures bow, to the call of the perdurable being.