The never-ending word....

The sorrow is trying to grab-
It’s killing the inside,
Looking at someone who doesn’t care
No one for...
Thoughts and opinions to share.

A ghastly smile hanging on lips;
Trying to have sorrows in sips.
A sorcerer’s sordid job-
Gave no loss to the mob.
But the nominal nomad
Reverie the reviling, being sad.

Higgledy-Piggledy the life is passing-
The disdain to it is rushing,
The condition is disgrace
The disgruntle is also keeping pace;
The disfigure shows the case
Tuppence response by the race.

Waiting and waiting to turn
Like, condition burn in the Sun,
Hurly-burly the street is shouting
Thus, the eavesdropper is fighting.
The case is all about someone
Who sits lonely in the street, None-

Other than the man who was saying-
“Please give...in the name of God”.
“I’ve not eaten anything for...”
Tears roll down the cheeks-
The crowd heard new prayers every day.

The tuppence guy couldn’t make it any more
Death, he got as requite and pending-
But his words will always remain never-ending.