11:59:59 (Poetry)
It is rapidly creeping to a Stop. Invisibly exposing Rot. We are permanently changing Life The taste is colorless The sight, bland And like all their siblings balding A group too numbed to speak Well, Contentment disappeared His replacement; Greed A workaholic; insatiable Everywhere shining with despair Death so cheap, "...by the dozen" Earth so weak: poisoned We're so desperate, we're frozen The 8-5pm, a race Deleted, are those who can't keep the pace And amidst all this haste A single blast Laying to waste 12:00:00 Reset. Haidarwali 201409031801hrs