The crumbled pieces were hard to keep,
Accumulate and you easily give in.
The paradise on the left hardly skipped a beat.
No tremors,no sort of heat.
The eyes weren’t compelled to perspire.
No terrorizing thoughts,no ignition of fire.
Yet,abatement of a human-witnessed.
Silently behind such looks,‘rough’.
Yes,an enameled mortal – left restless.
Truth- an aberrant stuff !