AGONY IN A RECEPTABLE
A blistering stroke of sun rays awakened my tender eyelids. My innocuous soul exasperated at the obnoxious yelling at the door ajar. Dragging me to the corridors, where I look askance, the sinful world appeared before me with its comrade-in-arms.
I behold the congregation of the horde comprising whiners, loners and lamenters over the untimely detachment of their beloved ones.Numerous causes served to be the parapets of grief, ruminating over the past miseries of lost love ,withering in pain, lay those stranded in the agony of love, serving as the slave to the melancholy, their plight rotted their soul and they appeared somber with an emaciated heart. Chauvinistic analogies and flaunting their love to be greatest, in-numerous individuals suffered in the unrest. Proposing themselves as the greatest victim of cupids wrath, they suffered from treacherous luck and intrigued love.
Another boulevard attracted me and I saw a multitude of homo sapiens walking in the hoarse. Dwellers of slum, sick and decrepit, some returning from the funeral cortege of their loved ones, crippled and orphans, harlots and handicapped, abandoned folks staring with the hopes, grief stricken faces awaiting succor, they looked their siesta the the cradle of gloom. In the midst of all these, there stood I chronicling their agony in goblet of tears.