The canvas is your battlefield, brush is your weapon
Your canvas steels everything from mind wherever it step in
This battle in which you are
Is just for the world if eternal mirage
You are an impatient of conflicts, quarreling without any barrage
Neither you accept reality nor you refuse it
Living somewhere in utopia where you never quit
Are you a god of luminosity?
Lightening your world of tenebrosity
Being a man of anonymous vision
You are always asked the same question
No matter once or thrice
Listen you fake wise where is your Paradise?
Is it of Pearl and gold or it's just silty
But why you never tell?
You,yes you innocent guilty...