The Breathless Clock

The time goes ticking by, with the breathless clock,

Just a scant of time left by, as the clock is about to lock.

Oh! The clock is going to freeze!

As time has invaded, still the wars continue to leave the world faded.

Wars are the ones that give worldly pleasure,

Sufferers are the ones with poverty without measure.

Men women and children, taken aback and clashed,

Going to be devoured by worlds last!

Still, destitute have their eyes wide and dreamy

With a tint of nostalgia, misty yet gloomy.

The cheeks that were once bright and pure,

Now as dusky and gloomy, without any allure.

They are skinny with white emaciated scars,

Looking aimlessly, at the dark deserted street of wars.

Lips sunken and deeply stained with tears,

Seemed to be dried as if pickled for ears.

This was all the world could gift them,

As for poverty without even a question of caliber humanity?

They were just like muppets, with all those sorrows,

Surrounded by slums and hunger for the morrow.

Now all that they needed was a heartfelt hug of affection.

Only longing for the war to cease and timely action!!