Closed Chain

Not a single word 
wept, when sky was overcast. 
Who wins ultimately? 
The cell in the death, 
or death in the cell? 
I tried, 
I tried not to do any wrong. 
The centuries suffered. 
The pollen in the wind 
will not land. Each grain 
was a harbinger of a relic. 
The purple tears- 
for bread and water. Who was 
not hungry? 
A peacock dance 
goes waste- 
without rains.