In the world of the fogged gloss
Dare not the barriers I set anyone cross
Because from one horizon to other
I reign
In the tempest of mind
Beyond any fathomable thought
Are clear droplets of wisdom
Which run my kingdom
My whims aren't fancies
But an elaborate functioning machine
All parts greased
No metal that I ever feign
Come you army of lost generations
With filthy crippled ideas on lose
There ain't any place in this world
Where I'll let penetrate your rigged views
And there you'll all go crushed
With not even a speck left of your credence
To remind the whole world
That it is better with your absence
Off you go
From my lovely kingdom
You insipid blind followers
For the God whose name you say you preach
Is imploring, in His name I beseech.
//Whistles// Woah! This poem paints a lovelier picture in my head than what you have put there!
ReplyDeletei can picture you holding a big black flag with himanshu ki jai .. types.. written on it... and marching down a mountain or something .. its awesome!!!
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