hard times ...

Makes our times most terrible
and our hopes most void –
that pigeons are suicidal
and crows paranoid !
And all exothermic minds,
lose more with passing days –
and survive on as ashes –
blaming time and space.

If blaming could have returned –
the league of missing minds :
we could die not knowing ,
how our universe unwinds.
But we still live on ,
inheriting the starry nights –
Knowing well althrough:
how misguiding are these lights !

Our times are most random-
governed by a single law :
that makes universe expand –
and our good intent a flaw.
Our times get most scary ,
and future out of breath –
when peace white pigeons fly
from safety nests to death !