Poem - 'The Dead Mind'

  



To listen the world’s reasoned nonsense

The people doth kill the creatives

In their vision they evolve

But has sucked up so many years, years

The years of revolution 

The years of pain, and efforts

Discerning this, the owl disappears

As windows of acceptance become begrimed

Making me own a dead mind

 

They bow to the darkness of the world

The Deepness of the past vanishes away

As my trapped soul inhibits my wit

Discerning this, Grit disappears with death

As windows of acceptance become begrimed

Making me own a dead mind


Aaryan Chhabra

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