Naked ceiling and rumbling intestines,

Shamefully homeless and kissed by hunger;

Forced to be one of poverty’s concubines,

Like being cursed with slaps from a thunder.

 

Empty hearts with hopeful thoughts,

Weirdly happy and dying slowly;

Ship of cold as it gently fraught,

Crashing into the sea below so lowly.

 

Nature’s impeccable entertainment,

And life’s ever beautiful nightmare;

The rich’s mockful amusement,

And earth’s miserable secret affair.

 

Raining face and broken skin,

Harshly sun-kissed without permission;

Red weary eyes as if bathed with gin,

Helpless but bitter without admission.

 

Echoing pockets with holes at the end,

Empty bowls and frowning passersby;

Inheriting gastric ulcer for a friend,

And finding solace deep in Satan’s pie.

 

Torn clothes as if burnt by the sun,

Worn confusion as if placed since birth;

A search for an escape maybe via a gun,

Staring at the clouds to find life’s worth.

 

Depreciating health and weak posture,

“All will be well”, So hopeful and patient;

Boiling temperature and bloody picture,

“I will be fine”, but death is impatient.

 

Paused breath, very frozen body,

Lonely in death, lonely wherever;

Abandoned by life like a nobody,

Shallowly buried and silent forever!