The bright morning has turned sour
The sourly orange changes the face sour
Depletion of hope turns the heart sour
The hopeful garden starts to wither
Man has also recovered
Yet the scars
When looked at the reflection of the mirror
Makes a painful reminder
Will the purity of the soil ever recover?
Throngs and throngs of the pessimistic armies appeared
The soldiers’ steadfast and pledged allegiance
To provide anger and lasting malignant thoughts
One that makes a man eventually shrink into a dried up lifeless
form
Optimism where are your grounds?
Positivity, will you come and bond!?
