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