The sky was a fabric of cloud cover.
The threadbare heaven was covered
In moth-ridden holes with frayed edges.
Stringy clouds, as if the loose openings,
With a ratty-tatty weave created a gauze
Of tangled threads.

My hero often repeats a sentence,
"Nothing is impossible in the world of love and war."
And, his opponent oftenly repeats a sentence ,"I want peace on rent in this cunning world."
And myself while thinking about their destiny , suddenly conclude that both are wrong to follow their ways .
The world of love and war is like a toy made of clay to play in the hands of dictators and lovers.
Peace on rent is absolutely a ridiculous  impossible idea which cannot be executed in the world of love, hate , rivalries, inequality, dissatisfaction,jealousy and war.
The warmth of life is still miles away from us and so is the peace, contentment,love,affection,attraction and also satisfaction in day to day lives of ambitious human beings.

In a world of full 🌝 time activities
People seems to me ,are trapped in a vicious circle ⭕.
They have lost their way of progress,
peace and prosperity.

As I am also trapped engaging myself in the never ending game of uploading and downloading like the world running parallel to almighty Time.
The Super King  of creativity, construction ,destruction , suppression of lives wandering in the lap of mother Earth 🌎.

My hips got a little wider
And my chest grew a size or two
“Pay attention to your surroundings”
And
“Keep your head down to not cause unwanted attention”
Was all I heard
I had a hard time paying attention when all I saw was the ground