Look inside the sculpture…
Ashes all around…
I accept your smoke …
With all dirt unfiltered…
I don’t understand
Who made who?
Why bad feels bad?
Why couldn’t you change the notion?
Why you look up to sky?
Why you try looking brighter?
Why you wonder with universal facts?
Why you suppose your “ruling mind” thinks for you?
All that happens coz…
You are not you….
Neither certainly me…
Nothing for you here ……
So for you…
I am designing a lab,
Lab of creating death…
Lab of destroying your sorrow
Lab of burying your notion’s…
