In their curiosity
They knew what did the cat
It never was to find
The relish in spirit and words

Their hearts oases
The debts they incurred
To clear in tomorrow
Promises of tales
In dieted folks

Necessity their mother,
Its father, need….
Then orphaned with pride
Like a slate, their minds were
Blessings of hurry never was.
They wept.
Tears down the plantation
Of virtues and vices
In vain bids and bets

Keen on growing
They closed all doors
Burned their bridges
Calmed them and left for sanity
What was sanity

Truth made mournful clangs
Hope soaring
Towards their saviour – to see
Heat steaming out the layer left
Of masked face in wounded worth
So they left
And never came back.