As Wretched as we are

In the morning
When time lingers
A tick for a dime , mingles
A memory so bad nutured in dirt and slime.

A red sun rises , Surprises
Every day , shoots a new ray
Darkness confounded in the fray of May
Imagine a beginning for the end of days.

The window , a passage for words
In quiteness , followed by strangers.
Carries away itself in danger
They who stand by,shaking their legs also linger.

And so it is, stood beside me, a thought,
without a form of any sort, saying
They swell to lick one another , sadly
Serving the greed of ungodly desires.

The door,near the desk,just like the lip.
Struggled itself to keep shut
Here gathered inside,a wind so smooth and swift
Keeping all confident and quiet.

As wretched as we are,all strangers and some rangers.
Talks and walks dont help to reach now
Noel ,the word not forgotten in the how-ness time
Remember him,Who judges all in these times.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 11012021