Theory Of Expiry

Whispered to the

Ears of the betrayers

Nor the future Conquerors

That karma shook

Hands with me

Traveled as a

Deaf in town

Of critics

Realized the

Pest is me

Is a step stone

For destiny

Added silence

And smile

In daily routine

Which made

Wrinkles to

Twinkle just

Like a teen

Spreading

Vibes all

Around where

Even tribes

Loved to

Stay around

All I

Wanted to

Be a scar

Which wont

Fade like a

Star