You can steal the colours from a painting
Mastery cannot be imitated
Ideas can be stolen and propagated
The interpretations will be flawed
Sarcasm is always original
From emaciated minds, they ooze
Language slips through the perforated tongue
Just to be heard and taken seriously
Or jealous about pure reasons
Those who spend their life comprehending
A life with the deepest compassion
Highlight the flaws of humanity
Steal that too- the exact interpretations
Without feeling weak or shameful
Join the souls who dare to speak the truth
Instead of being in the middle of nowhere
Proving allegiance to a common belief
A unity of convenience- a reliance
For being pulled in forcefully
Steal the mistakes without balming
While facing the consequences
Steal from the masters and thinkers
But doubt them of their intentions
Ridicule yourself, feel satiated
Dilute reasons in morbid humour
~Amitav
Poetry speaks the truth and most people can’t stand poetry! Great poem Amitav!
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Thank you so much! That’s what I feel too. Truth and clarity is unnerving.
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“Language slips through perforated tongue, ” Incredible. 😊
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