Elves’ Lust

My serene world not the microcosm just,

Is changing fast, so fast!

Only gloom has wrapped

And the crowd of people – grasped.

So strong, dangerous and insistent

The dance of hell being consistent.

Life is now like the dime dust ,

Stamped by the elves’ lust.

Oh! the nuances of immune has been clutched

Perhaps no wonder to be touched.

The land of dreams is pertinent.

Then, are the dwellers impertinent?

Sweet patch of cloud is flying high

As if to clinch the sigh;

And dusts also die.

Leaving the question of why?

Should we ‘feel blue’?

Or we should seek the clue!