Grasslands around material world

In materialistic love we have fallen in
Revolving our heads in endless suffering
The greed of better than better
The lust of a little more than reality
Unsatisfied of the soothing whispers
Praying for the insane screamings
Hindering green patches of grass
Where grasslands have taken birth
In the heart of barren dump lands
Where greedy finds no benefit of sort
Lives within a carved colorful concrete coffin
Delusioned of a disguise reflected by mirror
Thinks himself a king, being lost
Lost in the love that fades away
Fades away sooner than the materials
On the shiny hourglass of time
Of whose love is producing sinners
That fades easily in the dusty sandstorms
Where time stands but no instruments
Where the Colosseum builders sink
Here grasslands live eternally.

© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015