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