The poet's tears

A night without night whisperers,
A night without the moon or stars,
My fears widens beyond my comprehension,
My hope weakens at the gate of desperation.

Time tells only forbidden stories,
Days marked the never unfold mysteries,
While the words of an hero became a superstition,
Greed embarked on a journey of deception.

The creative pens are fainting so early,
Sheets of faction dried up in waste bins daily,
The wisdom of the prudent retarded,
His worth went off-limit in all regards.

Lyrics used to be ideas of wholesomeness,
Now plagiarised breeze rejoiced works of selfishness.
The ears of onlookers perceived mendacious tales,
Peaks have fallen; heads have turned tails.

Time ticks on but anxiety range increased,
Heroes sleeps on, as words of hope were missed,
My heart only concentrated on the void street,
Uncontrollable tears dropped down on my naked sheet.