Wither Away..

Shall we scour or grow ourselves
in coming days of our life,
when the inevitable would be
mourning us from inside.

How long will we ignore them
and those we mean something,
though we know well within
in our conscience we have sinned.

The question of what's right here
and what's sneaking out there,
will remain our pastime forever
and never we will get it out for sure.

Alas, we smile and laugh amid our misery
turning blind to what we clearly see,
forget do we the fire that burns our brothers
will be ruining our dreams in an eventful spree.