An overcrowded world, is on cloud nine
People are so agitated in a stupid scrimmage
To run and breathe for survival
The haze has covered, the surrounding
She is trying to look at him, in a haze of smoke
The blurred vision carves his figure on a wood
To sense and touch the scented body
To attain the lost connection
To cease the time of separation
But he called her a rube!!!!!
Calling her a rube, was an intent
The urge was to deny, the authority
To carry on the battle
With his impeccable locution
To state that the country is full of rubes
To insist on the importance of education
To disregard her amicable remarks
To concoct an imaginary plot
While his eyelids were drooping, to sleep
In the illusion of freedom.
But he is still calling her a rube!!!!!
PHOTO BY PEXELS