Countless Luckless Poem by Manoj koch

One day was,
One time was,
Once life was,
More sadness,
More happiness,
Of countless Luckless.

Now more they have now
A careless life
Zero gladness
Zero soreness
A mindless dead heart
And a driest
Statuesque body.
Who's continuty inscribe
In a dateless calendar
Or a lazy clock.

And more they have now
A huge hill of
Property
Like a bagger
Fore of the memories
Only zero..
Only zero...
Only zero....