Just a facsimile!

Just a facsimile!

This cometic society, in the form of patriarchy is so intimidating:
that beings seeking for mates,
are the sole ones to lose everything at the end.

Society that soaks in a glass of wine,
all pervaded with addictions, smoldering in ashes.
is desiring to live up against the wall,
with facsimile of a carcass in vanguard of the mirror.

Every time, they plant a tree,
and seek for an inferno.
Thus, proffering with the name of the sun,
Incinerate all such rays.
Incinerate all such rays.

~ Priyanka Sarkar

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