Wild Wild World Poem by Zakir Sayeed

Let Live
Free from the desires of love,
Love and lust had let me down.
I can see creeping time,
Which is always a bad sign.
Is this a beautiful world?
Which
Brings mysteries untold?
I can hear the sirens sound,
But no direction all around.
Just a specific lost and found.
There is no good nor bad,
It is the perspective of one,
and the limits created by creator of the sun.
No way freedom is ours,
Its just a cab rented for hours.
Hope is at every corner of the street,
But the darkness has its blow,
Just finding for the light's glow.
Truth bends me down,
Its the road of despair.
Homogeneous thoughts of man can never be,
Its the cold war I fight to call myself 'me'.
The truth I don't know
Even no one knows.
It is the high time for young blood,
Desires are loaded till it floods,
So on me it surround and everywhere it is found.
Right now my feet is not touching the ground.
'What is the sequence? ' are the words.
That is why it is such a wild wild world..............