In the bed of time
I feel a strange rhyme
Words differ to the language
I feel a little assuage
Created God and for granted Devil
Hammer of faith on the human anvil
Swings between hell and heaven
Light is rampant where I go
In the cover of mysterious dark
There is a suspicious torch
Where dark is defined as light
Peace is achieved with fierce fight
Ruined nature with rich culture
This man is worst than vulture
It is praise of  the dead life
Hope and dream are major rife
This prosperity is full of dearth
This void land is devoid of earth
Steps are hanging without any ground
All are lost in this liberal found
Run with the hare and hunt with the hound
This situation seems so sound.
We all lost in this technique of mime
In the bed of time
I feel a strange rhyme.
Anil Kumar Sharma
18/08/2016