Sans Love

Assaulted by the prickly tornado I fell
Comatose at the infinite anguish's yell.
The whole world now only seems phony
Filled with parlances of scathing irony!
Apprehensive of the enigmatic jeopardy
It appears naught in this earth is worthy.

Provoked by the materialistic conscience
Deprived of the passion's own essence,
I have to stalk on dusty boulevards
Lamenting profoundly afterwards.
I am caught in a mesh of scruples.
That is expressed in my facial rumples.

Behind my deceptive smile lies my pain!
Beneath the whiteness lies the stain!
I have nothing left with me to lose.
Not a single foreboding to muse!
I am living somehow like a cadaver
Possessing not even one felony to aver!

Still I lead my life sheepishly enough
And tread on roads untraced and rough.
Success and love have left me alone
To stoop in utter despair and groan!
Grief is embracing me till eternity
Snatching away my unique integrity!

Once I was like the free butterfly
From flower to flower roving by,
Now I am interned in a harsh reality
Losing the self-reliant quality.
Sans love my vivacity is washed away
In the waves of jabbing negligence sway!