Stared down at the floor as she walked,
Thinning how this world could exist,
Where the very essence of ethos had been lost to the ages,
People all around inhaled stresses instead of relief,
And let out pure discontented sighs…
You could see them thinking if ideal jouskas as they played with their hair,
The convolution in their minds was something that even light feared,
Their eyes were machines of narcissism,
Their hearts were cauldrons of cynicism…
She saw them "merrily" walking,
Because she hadn't learnt the adjectives she was observing…
