Empty was the stomach
devour were the eyes
a cupboard full of appetite
eating with open eyes
hanging above
looking bright
fruits bestowed from heaven
running in the mind
lying on basement
ambitions grew in smiles
reach a bit high
walking and climbing
panting in breathes
just a bit more
the hungry stomach said
reaching the ground floor
arms stretched
no, it was still beyond
the open arms said
just a bit higher
the mind shouted inside
devouring it with soul
but stomach still empty inside
a floor higher
grasping and groping the tough rails
don’t know what trails left
ambitions making the mind slave
cheering the fallen self
who knows how much more
the palms are bleeding
shoulders tired
and eyes drowsy
does it look like a monkey
gazing a mirror on so called mobile
insanely, saint became monkey in disguise
alas
how long journey should continue ?
is it an evolution
or devolution
human to monkey
I suppose
climbing and falling
while reaching high
only to know
what sad truth
as it glows
the fruit turned
too high
playing peek-a-boo
while the branches screw
it’s an orb
burning the mankind
as they close by