That meaningless figure surges his head again,
unmindful of the presence of his peers.
...None feels surprised,
now-a-days meaningless figures don't surprise us.
Recent stories contain valueless premises of such men.
These stories don't have that dreamy essence
of virtually everything drawing a line, a thin line
between divinity of creation and created divininty.
Primitive manifestations make me suffer the
disfigurements,
the grinning masks have their way, coutsey,
our serene silence.
No use in flinging my illumined thoughts behind,
none would respond.
That is what we call,
history on descent.