Tardiness of the mind which mysteriously abhors truth

Lacunae of interpretations filled up with incessant drivel

Every sphere of literature blurred with smoky screens 

Wings have fallen off the Muses and stands in stolid silence

Discussions remain depressed from the vitriolic pourings

Corroding the beautiful crucible full of worthy words


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