Empty bodies wander in corners to seek refuge from a slippery floor, Unfamiliar, familiar eyes cross their paths as if they committed a heinous crime. Polluted minds disgorge lies on the faces to paint a distorted and a colourful image. The region, religion eternally shifts but their congruity doesn't come to an end.
Banners of truth on electric wires show what it takes to be alive in this world. Reality, cruelty rolls up and down, smudges the printed and voiceless words. Political termites crawl under thin skin to build huge structures in their names, But what these mighty sacred walls will give after millions of deaths?