Since when has the world turned this bitter and sour

Smells like some pesticide's odour.

The flowers have gone dry,

The humanity crumbles, the end is nigh,

Petals have turned grey,

The sunlight strays further and further away.

The endless monsoon rains,

Which turns everything ashen,

Doesn't seem so romantic

More like a wound turned septic.

Let the sky mourn and cry,

As the hopes sicken and die,

They shriek and scream!

In the memory of many unborn dreams.

Let the scar bleed and burn

It's the plague

Which devours and sucks.

Not a pandemic at all,

More like the disease

Of a lone rotting soul.