Deep down, down the memory lane Was created a vaccuum Months,Years and then decades pass by That vaccuum deepens More like a hollow vessel Making more sound than, When it's filled Vaccuum's noise making his ears Deaf and senses meaningless There are n number if people around Alas! All are strangers in their Strangest manners, And there is given a tap on his back He returns back To the old world trying to be In tune with modernity Surrounding the empty vessels Roaming here and there All around him And he is choking midst the Deafening sound created by vessels So much so he could not Hear anything now Neither he could feel anything For anyone And then he lived happily ever after