A facade

               A   facade

You   are miserably at  the

  very  centre of the  vortex,                

Cutting    cruel situation ,

The  spooky  spokes  of 

Conundrums   rising  by

Leaps  and bounds 

as   the  spring  ball,

what   are you  now?

An ignoramus ,itinerant

A  gypsy ,multicoloured  

Attire with big  beads,

Gnarling   around   your    neck;

Each   day  is  a domineering

Question   mark, sees    yonder

A  tree  as  tall   as  a  convoy,

Behind    the   bark of the tree

Gurgling  water  sounds

Flowing, whispering  secrets

Of  the   BIG  UNIVERSE.