The minds are behold within the four corners,
Where the sunlight rarely touches the walls
And within the tough atmosphere lies,
The damped,dark classroom.
The egoist sheep sets fire
To millions of ideas,inspirations and endless thoughts
And the black smoke rising from the golden chimneys
Which touches the floor of paradise,
Acts as an amusing circus to the mere audiences!
The walls,made of obnoxious screams
Stand as tall as the mountainous pine
The screams that deafen my ear!
But the more I try to break the wall
The more high it rises
Surrounding my thoughts and delusions
And finally collapsing onto my soul.
Within the four corners,prevails the hypocrisy,
Where we heard democracy under autocratic rule,
Where “You are worthless!” was a constant slogan,
And the leaders claiming to be peace makers,
And every time we tried to put out the inferno,
The demons got us handcuffed
And killed our soul with massy words!
©retro_writ
R