From an unwritten rule to dwell like climate,
As weather weathers’ every day, or, moment;
No rule that said to be on-air, float like feather,
Yet those unsaid things are misconstrued rather!
Not a myth that evident façade must be a myth!
& no more needed when that becomes evident;
Played the music, others be in transcendence!
No auto tuning no auto play no mixing in surplus!
Alas, the climate began behaving like weather,
And changed its states, living on day, another;
Not a myth then, someone who owns true bequest,
Wipes the façade in its entirety, on the canvas! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026