The evenings were long,
Endearing and alluring,
Like the ageless sea,
Just boundless, so pacifying,
With every aroma of the coffee,
So agile and refreshing,
Just like the stroke of the lofty breeze,
Sheepishly racy, yet captivating,
The sky was bright,
Apart from the usual days at sight,
Just like a shimmering shield,
Guarded with a palette of subtle deal,
But to utter dismay,
I see some wounds, lurking at bay,
Gasping for breath and some of fresh air,
Deep inside, jolted by the shivering wails of bizarre ,
I can see the home return,
The tiring feet of the thousands in ton,
Combating alone to quench their thirst,
Walking miles apart to escape the oozing outburst,
Bewildered with their density,
That cares for no mercy,
Lashed by the same rotten picture of age-old calamity,
That topples down in every chapter of catastrophe,
Yes, the sky seemed bright,
Apart from the usual days at sight,
No more like the shimmering shield,
But stubborn enough to guard with no subtle deal,
In this dystopian society of ours,
I can now only see the miffs of plaintiff yearnings,
For utmost liberty, all for eternity,for mere earnings,
Until the dusk approaches with some pity feelings,
Indeed!the evenings are long,
Enduring but no more alluring,
Cusped on the phase at bay,
With thousand souls strangled with only dismay!
Awaiting the horizon of rays,
Where the evenings shall lit up in days,
The plight of the plaintive wails to cease,
For they have thousand miles to meet!