It is a facade; thrown head first into a story with no context
A mirage. The conflicted test to upset the existing hierarchy and bigotry
At last: the concept to understand humanness and the value it holds
But the tolls it takes to achieve till the last breath the hunger and satiety
That never rests. Grab ‘em by their whatever;
No rights for humanity; excess profanity; pardons to demons that bring about calamities.
News is just news; no truth,
Values and cash? Oxymoron; go on till you choke on a blow horn that has no sound
Because you are now a sell out which sells out to large crowds
Only noise: you have lost your voice; no sound.
And freedom is the price you pay as you sell your soul
To the gods of a society that refuses to change.
Blame? Yourself. It was a choice and you chose hell.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 