Yet To Change

In the jittery vastness and the buzzing people

The pendulum of emotions entrapped the innocent souls.

Truth! When jumped out of another failure; unfolded the dreamt reality as broken art.

Oh! It burst out till the vein tip: in vain become all balm

Deep down the pain coils and seldom strikes to reality like a hitting spring.

With every passing winds and suns, every tick-tock, I believe to be fine.

But now it's moon again, I blanketed my thoughts of sky under the man-hole cover

As the story is yet to change!