Here, no body cares,
But every one dares.

Loads and loads and burdens of worries,
Moving fast, more fast even if it scurries.

Its time to keep blaming others,
Its time for the damned fresh blood suckers.

No purpose, no meaning drowned in our greed,
Get into the race
And forget sometimes you will be buried.

Rushing ahead and ignoring the helpless poor,
The time is fit for the best fitters and doers.

All are scared of the times to come,
In search of hope but they did find none.

Hats off to the one who survive,
In the world of hate, quarrel and strive.

A lot more to say about the life today,
But I am modernize I have no more time to say.