The last day of idea

a poem of creativity and ideas concern

The Last day Of idea..

Humble, walking silently

All cunning eyes are releasing arrow

Breathe easily

Don’t let them destroy your sorrow

 

The wonderful life has left

Integrity has lost

They built what they so called intelligence theft

Adulteration and duplication short cut of our new boss

 

Laugh for more money

As there is no another reason to glad

Brag for your throne

As there is no more precious things in the head

 

Say goodbye to our beautiful grant

Creativity, art, innovation are only memorabilia

They are going to bury our greatest friend

This is the last day of idea

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Kindly need your review please