Prosaic mundanity of a changing time`s span bleary
With nestling nothingness encrouching my soul with bleak
Of elusive success distant from grasp like a star in the sky
Conceit in arrogant egoistic trait of impertinent snideful smirk.
Many have succumbed to the nefarious vices of murky life,
Ransfiguring to dead weight no longer living but enduring;
No longer cherished by their folks but tolerated for mere peace
And harmony to continue prevailing despite the heartache reigning.
Traditional norms exert exorbitant pressure on their burdened shoulders
Pinpointing rites to be done remaining undone needing to be tended to:
Religious insipid scriptures haemorrhages them with ludicrous terms
Further rubbing salt on a wound exacerbating the cruelty with blithe.
My spirit shall remain ebullient carefree witrh scorching scorn
Impervious to the clamour and chase success right into it`s den
