Pondering Over The Walls

The walls are shiny, bright and lime

Almost as if in an attempt to envelop time

Daily objects scattered systematically, oh so sublime!

Losing its importance even before reaching its prime

Such is the rat race of a dozen dimes

Which starts with a slow and steady glime 

Preparing your hands to get dipped in dirt and grime

Virtues in the background performing a mime

Leaving the vicious mind blind to all its crimes

Favoring those with sunnier climes

Refusing to acknowledge the winters covered with rime 

It is rightly said that the ones enchanted by walls which are shiny, bright and lime

Surely fail to see beyond the envelope of time 

And taste the true essence of our existence, oh so sublime!