Artwork Title – Born From The Ashes.
Look at you, the saddest dweller on the coast
It’s no surprise that of the slightest things you boast
With the faintest of heart and your frail principles
No longer does the moon desire to listen to your piteous fables.
Every time you love, it goes in vain,
And yet you deliberately seek pain;
Thinking it will make you significant,
So you can finally mock the virtuous saint.
Rightly cursed to never be the chosen one
Yet you wish you had the knack to reach the sun
But with your unfitting arrogance, you fall back down to earth
You’re just a puny earthling who overestimates his worth.
You tremble at the thought of vulnerability
For someone so petty you wouldn’t know how to be gritty
It shakes every inch of your soul
A lifeless stone that none can console.
Torn at the seams like an abandoned book
The one nobody finds befitting to spare a look
There’s no aid for your broken dream
Of trying to be a light’s beam.
You live in an infinite loop of your emptiness,
And for that, you blame somebody else’s greatness
You envy the moon that illuminates the night sky;
It is only yourself that you deify.
You have a manner of masking your malevolence with virtues,
After all, you’re a spineless man, who is destined to lose
And when you conceal your undesirability with naivety
I see you’re nothing but spiteful of my omniety.
Yet it is me you come to and implore
When you’re washed out on the shore
You fear the day you will be buried in the crust
Weep that one day you will turn to dust.
Feeble human, you know nothing of creation
Yet you make reckless attempts at destruction
My empire knows of your corrupt conscience
The land I stand upon sees no blood nor violence.
It is my reign where peace prevails
I’m the supreme that everyone hails
Foolish of you to think you can set me ablaze
I will smoke you out in the fire you raise.
-Vaishnavi Talkar
My empire knows of your corrupt conscience. The land I stand upon sees no blood nor violence.
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