Chronicles of life

You earned friendship through wine and dine,

opulent the lifestyle you may lead,

unknowingly impoverished your heart is.

And it’s indefinite of what true friends
are –

relying on your affluence to imprison physique…

Erred, the soul is not yours to own.

Alas you are forsaken despite your munificence.

Contrarily, you miserly conserve trust –

refusing the essentials to nurture hearts.

Understanding was conjointly impaired and
crippled,

Eminently, you glorify yourself

leading you to only revolve around your own world.

Everyone around you is worthless but puppet

made to be slaved around by you.

Pounding every ounce of loyalty out of them,

lurking into their privacy and

obediently have they to devote their lives
to you…

You pompously snatch their time from their
families.

Every tick of clock is in fact one dewdrop

rolling down the cheek of his waiting fair.

-Indivara-