Perhaps

The clouds float,
as a boat in the vast sea.
The trees shake in the verge to break
...a storm is coming.

The moon shines with a half-faced design
Who roars that makes me feel bare ?

Children scream and so it seems
for I see stores with bigger names.

Dark above light below
conchs blowing, crows crowing
the lights are gleaming for another dusk in here

Independence day is nearing so is my fearing
Are we really in an independent state of mind ?

lifestyle changes, feels so strange
can i cope up with this surreal existence ?

Black trees, grey sky
black buildings, standing high
I introspect..are we living just to die ?