Hazy virtues cry out
from dens of incessant clamour
Silences are few and lost
amidst ravenous souls for glamour
Plots made on frosty nights
for battles that matter least;
When the war that wages within
make the beautiful turn to beast
Amidst all these and more
the invisible cuckoo cooes
And then are times, when
Simplicity of being hurts.
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