I saw the city of in my heart burning,
Ignited by the people so cunning,
The street that I walked alone,
Is nowhere to be shown.
The railing that I leaned on,
And the bridge that I walked on,
The garden of Eden is nowhere to be seen,
As dust has showcased a sarcastic scene,
Stems look pale and empty,
As bloom on earth is filled with dust in plenty.
Particles of dust dance in the air,
As I walked silently in fear,
My eyes invited the guests of tear,
As pain germinated in me with no care.
I walked hours of time with the blazing heart,
With sadistic emotions plastered as art,
My mind tears me apart for hundred times,
As I sat on the lawn with tears and fears to dine.
~ Bagawath Bhandari