Selfishly Artistic

And one day Out of the blue I wondered, about those million little sacrifices that have been made Because of which, the desires burning inside Had no option other than to fade How many times, the times not liable to be counted must have a young mind came to a standstill Barricading his thoughts, On something so rare Just to complete his leftover tasks, which are materialistic Leaving behind the poem on his mind Ohh dear tactless world, he's an Altruistic! And how many times, the times not liable to be counted must have a young hand come to a standstill Dwindling hands, resisting hard Something so pure Just to complete his leftover tasks which are materialistic Leaving behind the tune he discovered Being constrained by time, he's an Altruistic! Be it a poem or be it a self made tune Be it a song or be it a tarot card displaying fortune Be it a book or be it an art occupying whole room Since the time immemorial, A young artist always came to a standstill Barricading his soul devoured by an art Be it music, poetry, or fictional heart! Being at the superior, yet all these are not at the start Cause, there exists this tactless world Powered by possessions materialistic Making the inhabited souls an absolute altruistic Altruistic ,for the deeds not worth deserving And so, we never reached that threshold where, the greatest films of all times would be made The greatest songs of all time would exist Not just for a while, but for the time immemorial, All the greatest art forms would persist! As someday those buried masterpieces would be found Under the same sky or maybe under the grave As somewhere there must be a trace that no one could easily erase Indicating the beginning of that phase Where young minds need not to be an altruistic Need not to be a materialistic But, SOLE SELFISHLY ARTISTIC!