Imagine, someone preferred as a medium,
To share prudence, &, not pandemonium;
Shalt not steal, said, even it’s found lying,
Ain’t hubris urge be invoked, to re-define!
What ne’er that happened in the ages fought,
In a moment of Few Decades, accomplished;
Was that the medium guided by space orbs?
Or, was it indeed mutation; much (un)polished?
The Disclosure Day ain’t about unseen known,
Just awaiting for years, a day to be released!
Rather, custodians’ ought not to have misused,
With so forth inherited, alas, consumed in Feast!
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026