A flickering sparkle of momentarily flash

never quite becoming a fire; wry smile,

a tiny tinder of expectations never quite catching hold,

 saddest thing that rains on a ruined married life

is long drawn face sullen

unmoving in its sullied sadness

that perfected vacancy of joy lost

amidst quite stampede of unenventful life

glinting with sardonic smile amiss of strange happiness

at occasional crackle of colored bits of papers,

irritating tinkle of bits of pieces of metals

interrupting dowdy existence of communal commonplace

only to fold back to its unemotional state

of unhurried misery when fleeting moment blows past-