By Md Farhan Khan
A fallacy called growth,
Sparks upon the idea of loath,
From the mind of those,
Beneficiaries of status quo.
The existence of the loath in the minds,
Of the one’s sitting above,
Lights a fire in the soul of young souls-
For they see in the glass
The image of rotten future build on past.
Seeking for change,
In this cage-
They look through the records of ancient sage
The thinker of ages,
Ideas flow with a pulse through the pages,
Like electricity coursing my viens,
They ignite ideas into existence,
And a fire burns,
Within their heart, as they prach and praise,
Denouncing the past,
To create a solid future,
From the solidifying ashes,
One that shines like quartz in the light of stars..
By Md Farhan Khan
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