Übermensch

[Nikunj Bansal]

Bhaiyon, Behenon aur Mataon,

Agar continuity na ho, to na pichhar achi banti hai aur na jindagi.

Imagine a first class world, where seat can not be bought. Where class is everything and everything is class. 2 and 2 make 10000. Fiction takes centerstage as reality keeps astounding. 

Dressed to kill, with a smile and a thanks, orthodox colonial hangover cries with unrest.

No revolution, no freedom, chakra of life goes on file. Burning desires, bone by bone, do take life of its own.

Isn't persistence a noble cause, in itself is born, new shape, same form.

A typhoon is coming and it's exclusive to no one. Rescue yourself for being human isn't enough.

Define the new, design a few, disobey, repeat.