Lines almost broken
Canvas crooked
Paintings yet being drawn
Brushes are simply firehead devastation
Never think you silent peeper
Nature dumb only carries the blueprint of future
Already it pours snow on the event
Cold and dark and suffering and death
The objects planted grammaticaly with cruelty
Brutality acts the high power to expose a defeat
Not of X or Y, it's strictly the defeat of humanity
The advancement of human intelligence
Digging the grave to return in nature as was in cave-age
Just more the night you have got dear lookers
Enjoy and witness our achievment and then
Whistle blows to wind up all wings
Since air hangs thick with cry and screaming...!
Pranab k c
02/11/2022
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