The fever and fret with which the world revolves.
The haste and waste with which the life evolves.
The craze and phase with which the existence undergoes.
The feel and steal with which the living is forced
All take place in a span of few decades
which is allotted to individuals in a facade .
The earth moves on rotating on its own axis
with the inhabitants going about with their own practice
Not 
concerned about the environment internal and external
casting a diabolical consequence knowingly or unknowingly in all.
Meenas Poems 