Incarcerated by do’s n don’ts, I
CRY for my save…
Paths of extremism, chocks my air and I
CRY for my save…
Winds and cheers bordered by fundamentalism
Fly of the birds clogged by dry lands
Sword to unearth the souls in brutal pain
Fascisms of the erroneous interpretation of the aged scriptures
The wounds incarnating the ugly truth of ritual disbeliefs
Strained to bow down at an edge of the cannon
Tied by the invisible races of hierarchy
Forever trembling with the next form of wild hurricane chopping me in pieces
I CRY FOR MY SAVE
CRY for my save…
Paths of extremism, chocks my air and I
CRY for my save…
Winds and cheers bordered by fundamentalism
Fly of the birds clogged by dry lands
Sword to unearth the souls in brutal pain
Fascisms of the erroneous interpretation of the aged scriptures
The wounds incarnating the ugly truth of ritual disbeliefs
Strained to bow down at an edge of the cannon
Tied by the invisible races of hierarchy
Forever trembling with the next form of wild hurricane chopping me in pieces
I CRY FOR MY SAVE
very touching n wel put....u r just awsome...with ur words...wooooow....
ReplyDeleteawesome work !
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Hello Bhargav.
ReplyDeleteBeen a long time. How are you, my friend?
This is a somber & melancholic piece from you.
Nicely expressed. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful Rainbows
touched by your words ....nice:)
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