Standing on
aphotic platform
the typhlotic midget
claims of
radiant dreams spreading all over.
Like a multi headed monster
goes high
his pride and vanity.
Videographic is his vision
photographic his mind
intellect of latest
digital version
inside his closed fist
past, present and future.
You know nothing,
you know nothing.
For if you want any good
follow him, You should
follow him with folded arms
and closed eyes
try to catch his foot steps
No question
Just listen what he says.
Who listens!
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