DIMENSION

Distraught by the vastness of
This unfazed ocean of malaise,
Uncontoured variations of
This imperfectionism of prejudice.


Extracting the last tears of
Fruitful yet useless honesty,
Compressing the contraptions of
The ever increasing humility.

Your own muscle like personification of
Conscientious and motorable self;
Tends to dishearten you and
Make you “inhumane” and “insane”.

Truth of the rise and superficialness of
The end; Now engulfed in
The black blanket of “deceit”.
Must find a solution, a key.

Now truth, now stopped in all directions,
Comes grindingly to a painful stall .
Maybe, to keep this old tradition alive
We, must desperately, need a new

“Dimension”