Truth is brutal, buried deep, prematurely
It does have its way- finds the strength to go deeper
Stays relevant!
Becomes stronger, and restores itself against odds
A society looks elsewhere- quite mesmerised by the anarchy
Hoping to create something new from the wreckage
Unaware, the roots of truth has a network everywhere
Omnipresent after its unceremonious burial
Ideas have been compromised… relentless indoctrination
Inconvenienced by the truth, but hail the anarchy
Pushing the devils enthusiastically to acquire power
Remain subservient and create their kind of world
Where is that collective conscience?
Ruins of another time- humans have dug deeper
Oft repeated follies, in an innovative manner
Each event bears the symbol of that era
~Amitav
