Looking at the mocking eyes,watching the dead and would be dead,
With cold hearts..
Eyes of time laughed with mockery..
The self woven drama..
The self obstinating lives..
All that mattered ever was,what was right,
Let it be..
Life wishpered slowly..
Yet it reverberated in heart,
As coldness seeped in..
Blank time stood..
In the self proclaimed greatness..
