When the soul rusts.....

The soul may rust ,
The soul may die ,
The soul may weep ,
The soul may cry .


In the quagmire of darkness where knowledge is gagged,
the spirit bound and the mind chained by the fetters of sepulchural gloom.
Here, like the dirty water of a pond.....
The soul rusts.......


The soul rusts ,in the heart of darkness:weeping , wailing at its fate.
Cabined , cribbed and confined in the swath of slimy stagnant ideas.
Cursing the lady of fate ,who betrayed her.


The soul rusts ,in the stagnant pool of ideas
in the very thought of thoughtlessness.
And the inactivity of human mind.
The soul rusts when we think like an atavist
when we act like a jerkand
when the spirit beckons the devil to the fore.


The soul rusts ,in the gloom of poverty
when the idea become norms.
when the freedom becomes liability
and when the fool becomes the king.


The soul rusts,when the satanic advancesof stagnant psychology
wins over the bud of innovation.
When the innate inquistive mind,
goes to a deep slumber.


The cities may crumble,
the ethics will be hacked.
The society may chortle ,the essence will lack.
The very coccon of humanity ,
that shells the soulfull worldwill break apart.


That happens ,when the soul rusts........