Unfathomable air on the air
Hangs over all over the globe
Eyes look up to the far skies
Slowly but firmly dark cloud sweeps
Shadows which beneath
Suspicious colours chuckle on the world
Its high time we were in bed…
Corruption blinds our seen realities
Terreste architecture ugliness
once hided the sight now turns to dust
Dust which dusts human-made institutions.
Mystery waltzs in the air
Heartbeats dances on swift rhythms of the dust
Flashback their whole but left none
Wish they had lived it right
Blind eyes recover their sight
The cover is raised
Unbearable the unseen seen.
Man ô!!!
As thought he live no life
He sees off his time as if he be a shade.

Copyright so called poetry of Biba 2019

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