Dwindle Swindle Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR SINGH

The man creation of intellect,
Lost around in the sea of pact,
Life is harsh and rough all day,
Happiness is earned after every may,
Thou shall not forget your vision,
Life is all but a shallow river,
The river has some deep drenches,
All is diminishing in its proportion,
Expanse is just the beginning of contraction,
Bigger and muskier it tries to become,
Enlarged vacuum of insolence it fills,
Life is dwindling like a star in sky,
Swindled by the charisma of black holes,
It always has a end and will be harsh,
Life is all but a sweet dream of happiness.