From nothingness is and from nothingness new;

So “shall be it..!!” for someone to forgive.

But the crowd ‘comes and goes’ ..just that it doesn’t matter,

 An ounce of bread covered with ‘dust’ lies on most of the platter.

A sick urge among those “a desire to cave!

Nobody came forward for supporting the hand that happened to gave..

That is pretty much the deal for sinking towards the deep

…offcourse nothing matters ‘besides the pretty sleep!

Dreams are abound at the one destined;

The act of forgiveness is just not reserved for the kind.

Why do humbleness bestows its humble deed?

But its direction is always chanced through the subtle greed.

Wake no one it is still a dream!

“Who cares!” if the river has lost its usual stream.

It will be restored for there will always be ‘someone.’

Look no further, cuss there happens to be no-one!