Why O why!

Why does it feel crimson,
When the entire world is green.
A hazel shrouded vision it is,
Something for one with eyes closed.
The tide turned all too soon,
Maybe the cloud was left by moon.
Whom to believe I asked,
In unknown misery,I thus basked.
The footsteps left me cold,
Which story now ought to be told.
Maybe a dime was worth a dozen,
For me,a rupee descended to paisa.
Leaving me for my own sake,
People walked with anger shown.
A commoner didn't even see,
My heart walked off its own.
Maybe almighty will someday help,
In phases of book of my life shelf.