Life is shockingly unfair,

That’s when love comes, appears too late,Or never was, part of your fate.

Snail’s slimeAnd parasitic chameleons’Unacceptable political crimes,Committed for power.Where did we all come from?The bowls of Hell?That after centuries of evilWe still need,A good moral Shower!To be able to clean upOur sinful spell.

Why do we need it?Is it because,We mostly fear,Being alone in Space?Tic-Tock goes the clock,As Life tics away,If only Time,Would permanently stay away,Forever young, never old,Then Time would just be,A Fairy Tale never told.

Adorn,A page,In worded colorsAs their stage.A poem,SimpleOpens its Life’s cage,And like a monarchButterfly,Liberated from cocoon,A whole new World begins,Believe it or not,But it’s likeTraveling to the MoonOn Poet’s Wings.

Temporary consolation,For the melting snow,As life flows,Out of TimeNot even knowingWhere to go,Slow, slow, slowEven the poet’s wordsBy now, have no glow,As if cocooned in timeIn the dark,Sensations,Without reason,Without rhyme.

You live aloneYou cry aloneYou die alone,Till every lastThorn,You are alone.So many peopleAnd yet,All of themSo aloneThe solitude of livingCan even turn you,Into coldSharp, edgedStone.