Am I A Snob Of Liberalism Poem by Rajeev Rayaroth

Listening to verbal mimicry,
Thoughts failed in threading picture!
Weird signs implying,
They are the one!
Throwing heads in woozy mode,
Exhausting zeal of the present!
Is it shadow of looming?
Or mere mundane expression of trading?
May be I am a stranger,
Who likes to be isolated beholder.
The vision getting impaired,
As the descending fog inundating!
A man sitting beside,
Nodding at snoozy tone.
One at the edge seems to be missed,
In to the day’s whine.
Emitting thick smoke like a cyclopean of darkness,
The Engine passing each point!
Reaching the haven,
Bagged all my fleeing thoughts.
Leaving these chirping snobs behind,
I am too thawed in to the uncouth present!