Oh rose thou art sick(lost therefore interred)
the invisible worm
of existential angst)
that flies through the night
in the glocal streets)
in the howling storm
of capitalist socialism)
has found out thy bed
stained, polluted)
of crimson joy
(indebted in consumerism)
and this dark secret love
(of multiple choices)
will thy life destroy.
(Ta Ta)
For Karma concerned- a steady attrition of the soul follows
