Lost in the Lost Planet

Deception, greed, falsehood and inhumanity are everywhere.

Everywhere can I see the faces masked and bold,

Emitting all-embracing colours,

The known faces appear to be mysterious,

I feel like being lost in a lost world.

 

Friends are proved enemies in the end,

The apparent foes turn out to be well-wishers,

Irony of the Classical Age has got its kingdom back as it ushers,

Fate works as the father and irony, the brutal lad, is in its trend.

 

Iago and Lucrezia’s voracity will escape sensing the avarice of the latest spouses,

Children’s love for the parents is the image of the plastic flowers relatively,

On the run the people are to obliterate human lives quickly!

Wars and bombs tearing down thousands of houses.

 

The definition of love has been changed into something bad,

It’s not love as would appear on Keats’ Grecian urn,

The lovers’ hearts are empty of it, not something precious, they merely let it burn,

Having love in the heart, the lexicon smiles giving the impression of being glad.   

 

The worst of all these is the fact that we are lost in this lost planet,

Only the human hearts have the magic potion that all those bombs and wars lack,

Required we are to make every effort till death to get it and us back,

And the eternal healer, ‘changing wind’, says- WAIT, not now, not yet…!