FRESCO

FRESCO 

 

Each and every thought laments the conquest of bureaucracy over creativity.  

Restricting the boundaries of evolution to just some gibberish evaluations. 

 Imprisoning the wisdom of growth behind the bars of hypocritical questions. 

Art now only resides in the memory of those who tried to escape this unaltered system of qualifications, 

which lay in a state of constant deterioration with the advent of contemporary guidelines on how to measure it. 

Joys of dreams and the value of originality long disappeared 

A life full of work that contributes to the world that kneels down to forgery is considered to be the greatest quality which differentiates between people who now look forward to the same aims, desires, and the same destination and aspiring for the same future. 


Intelligence is useless as it is measured on old-school norms. 

The designers of which are long gone

Even the advocates have departed on their voyages

But still, the norms stay unchanged, no matter how many wars are fought. 

How many eras come and go

Even if the nature of Earth changes and requests a different shade in the ways of living still

 

In the end

there is nothing but just the end where after the identical life there is the identical death which stands to provide a conclusion that could be either a

Hero's Farewell 

or 

Just another grave in the graveyard. 






DHWANIT MADRASI

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