I found myself in a painting, That I drew myself while competing…
The memories still intact, But the learnings are just some facts…
No revolution made its way, Let’s keep the thoughts at bay…
Should I enjoy or show my anger, The scene keeps making me wonder…
Now the dark clouds cover the sky, With the ashes from chimneys that fly…
Will we ever be wise enough, Or should we keep on living by cough?
Now, the sun is setting alright, & the moon will rise to sight…
Seems the nature is doing its work, While giving us the dead-end mark…
It’s time to wake from the dream, Else there’ll be no one to hear you scream…
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