No words left

No words left
no meanings to explain
so abstract are the adversities of life
the curtains are pulled off
and doors are locked
all can be seen
is the face of darkness
where no words are left
to be spoken out.

The world seems so busy
in the rush and crowd
in this occupied schedule
no words are left
no meanings to be explained
to dissipate the world's time.

They lead their life
not the life of mine
in this rapid passage of time
where I am left behind
with no words to speak
and a meaningless silence
I dwell in the abstact adversities of life.

Raju Baruah
...beautiful...'...I dwell in the abstact adversities of life..' tells a lot...Tfs

narain, jay p.
Nice poem. Everyone is busy and in a hurry.

Fay Slimm
You verse well the busy world which has taken away most of our time.