We stretch our arms
The armor of harmony in us
The glare of the sky above
Arrow keys pinpointing humanity
Curtains of shadows uncovered partially.
Thirsty we are for harmony
Disbelief and resentment glared
Healing the wounds of freedom
Adios to the first family we knew
Indeed we walk and not fly.
We believed in shallow tales
That we weren’t to ever entail
In every deep subjected debate
We create the picture till date
When the reality was once casted
Rather than merely being broadcasted
A TWIST AND TURN OF FATE…!