Unwilled forms of desire

A few travelled steps

Reigning to conspire

Abjuring pathos

The race put on pyre

No dearth for anxiety

& Radical apprehensions hired

Hordes of people

Jolting being dazed

Weaker they get

Trying to be upraised

Craving for a position

Abandoning all they got

Unpleasant chatters

Sabotaging the sublime lot

Questing for the lucre

And for fugitive success

Helpless in their own ways

Poignantly distressed

Confounding tumbles

An Epidemic on routine

In harmonizing the society

Brutish race is never keen

Kneeling down

And hysterical cries

Fetching no reconciliations

Feeling tormented high

Confessions don’t work

For they come too late

Searching Antidote never ends

To cure the sense of hate

Peeled off to the skin

Everything seems grim

Wrecked up with Voidance

The Feeling of being jaded

Living in the free world?

Or are we just

“Being captivated”?