Have you seen creation getting scraped out of the walls of generations like blood
Have you seen DNAs getting poured into cups disguised as wages
Have you seen eyes getting suffocated with the death of innovation?

The world have seen people on the path of their parents
The world have seen parents painting children as themselves
They say it’s a legacy to hold
A business
A clinic
A handloom
Or a household.

You have known them breathing the whole life
Shining in the stars of your sky
And now it’s a wave passed down to you
Through hands and through minds.

But my dears it’s a deception
It’s a massacre
Of dreams
Of abilities
Of creation
And you’re tired of doing it all again

But remember it’s just a tradition that isare meant to change.