Move in a line,
Don’t be left behind.
Why cant you excel,
Why are you so different?
We live in an order,
bounded by the shackles of a pattern.
Looking beyond the edge is a crime,
All of us have to follow the same table of time.
Life is like a race,
Art is made in factories,
And artists are murdered on the crossing.
Life ends just the way it started.
Colours are identified by each other,
One view has no value.
If its not better than the other,
Dreams are a curse,
And imagination not needed.
Why don’t we clone instead?
At least nothing will be wasted.
3 comments:
Damninly good, it was the antichrist of utopian urges - so Orwell and yet reminded me of the Nazi thou i no its connected to neither.. I guess u r growin up Rocky boy
D'sire was here, so what u gonna do - Act a Fool!!
my my...!! took me by storm
@ anirudh
it came out of one of our conversations man...
remember art in factories...
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