Changing the course of the wind is what I wanted
The storm washed me away
To rescue all indeed I tried
The flood washed me away
Now I have the clouds of silence
Above me they wait to burst
A glimpse of sunshine just charges me, it’s slow
I wait for complete muscle
Why did I plan to change the course?
Asks my sour throat, now
Why did I go fast from the source?
Asks my tired legs now
I was running away from reality then,
I was running away from my past later
I was running away from the mistakes I did last,
I am now standing still state, where and why should I run?
There is no quitting to things I do
There is no turning back
There is just one path leading out
That is fighting, till the knockout
Will I get washed in the rain?
Will the storm drain me away again?
Will I be able to stay in the ring?
Will I be able to run away from the Bulls behind? YES, I will!
Disclaimer : Y es, this is another note where I am not talking about any person living or dead, the resemblance is neither uncanny nor eerie. Especially politicians or ministers or chiefs, I fear them and I have my reasons. I dare not speak against the ideology the majority is in support of. This is my first attempt to write something about the future, a dystopian future to be precise. The idea of a dystopian plot is to predict the future bearing in mind current changes. That being said, I think a Zombie apocalypse is the first thing I would have predicted after a global pandemic. Zombies? These slow creatures that are bloodthirsty because they have none, they do not have souls, they do not have minds, they just have greed for blood. I’ve always felt Zombies are closer to greedy, self-centred leaders political or otherwise, who crave just one thing power. More Powar! Pawar over mODIfication over everything names of cities, stations, teams of Shivs’. - - - - - - - - - - - - -...
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