BOREDOM

“To cure the soul by means of the senses, and the senses by means of the soul”

O. Wilde-

Everything’s so dull

Passions don’t burn

And monotony –

Of being persistent –

                   Is proud.

Life’s got no taste

The air’s unclean

Sounds are mute

And fire does not blaze.

Day’s as clear as night’s

Nature is tired

Plants grew old and brown-

Among animals death’s gone

                             Wild-

God’s lost himself

Human race’s lost his grace

-Every being on earth knows -

                 Life became plain.

               Does it make sense

-Breathing unclean air?

Listening to mute sounds?

Burning yourself with

           Non-blazing fire? -

              Living on a dead earth?

            Does it make sense

-Living a life without senses? –

            Living in a place where

          Everything’s so dull?