Materialistic world

Far from the cry of the raven
We all want to reach a beautiful heaven.

Running after wealth and beautiful damsels
Not thinking about the beggar who needs a morsel.

No time for love or affection,
The smell of success in the only sensation,

Going into the wild to find the inner soul
Is now a myth made by a gaping hole.

"Within you, Without you"  may be words of a sage
We abandon life and its value in a fit of rage.

Eyes shimmering with water on watching dew drops on flowers
Now its gets watery working for late hours.

Some say " the times they are changing"
But change as such was never in the writing.

If only, I could return to those old times
To smile with happiness on hearing the wind chime.

Trapped in a materialistic world
Unchain me, I want to return.

When the mind wandered into the empty sky.
When the rhyming words would just fly.

When hands were meant for a hug.
When blissful dreams were attained on a tattered rug.

When life was worth living .
And death was not up for giving.