where r u..??

where r u..??

Running miles to acquire faded contentment,
others' downfall is celebrated as special moment,
waiting in queues for high profiled position,
don't they we all have same destination.

beauty was for appreciation,
living relation was solitude's substitution,
but now who de hell cares for emotions,
who has time except for monetary expansions.

truth dissolves in the dirty hand,
now people cant trust people of their own land,
this dirt is concealed only by polished coins,
and only these can fill relations gap forming joints.......