Upamana

Paint brush flowing on the ground like clouds in sunshine. 

Birds awaiting dawn; shining in the moonlight. 

All generations flawed; the next one will be better

Learning from the flaws; the ancient and foregone disasters. 

The jungle. The concrete. And the jungle. 

Falling short, but having insight that it does not matter;

As long as we go on; we will be reaching farther.

Doing it our way; breaking the norms. 

Away from the gaze; the curated storms. 

The leopards in us will fight and continue to grow strong. 

Preying on the evil; the demons will be torn. 

Fight. Fighting for what’s right. 

Fight. Fight for the death of the light. 

As long as the swan song does not hit,

We will continue dancing to the old hits

The corridor we walk through will be a trick. 

The walls that surround us will not fit. 

We are the future; the foretold myths. 

Falling. Laughing. Winning. Misfits.