Legacy Off Routed

Cannot think even in dream the changes you have

Does it call maturity does it call love.

Can you ever explain to me why are you so bold,

Vision full of anger and voice lost control to mould.

Sweetness is not in speech, loudness enjoys it’s role;

Pitch is so harsh that it strikes the soul.

Room climate changes and bonding not healthy,

Mind becomes disturbed and air becomes filthy.

It forces me to think twice what did I teach,

All the honours fade out and colour getting bleach.

The point of view indicates the failure of mine,

Yet still I look forward how can you shine.