A stagnant story of stupid character certificate

I wove a hundred stored skyscraper through my sacred web

Yet, couldn’t refrain yourself to evaluate me archetypally

So, question could arise, is that my very existence,

Which exist only inside my tarnished skin?

Whether you listen it or not

But yet, it flung a enormous postulation towards the blue

I know, when the essence of a man has been hanged

in the saddest mural of  past,

Then even a roomful of boggy would stop

Inside the story of stupid character certificate.



27th April, 2016


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