Pranav Chaturvedi (PC) - Poet/Blogger/Author/Email: poet@jpranavc.com / jpranavc@gmail.com - Copyright (c) Material.
As when the originality dies, then, 24/7 idiosyncratic hit-jobs arise,
But to whom you respond to, matters; or, still awaiting for sunrise!
Travesty is, that mainstream even publishes such -> rabble-rousers!
But one day, a silver-lining was seen, whilst walking towards right,
In the battle on the social-media, alas, Literature that now defines!
When the Polished Liberalism was Hi-Jacked by YouTube’s Loafers’,
A decade back, Jack Ma was once, impolite,
To Presidente in rich-poor talks, the alibaba criticised!
Half a decade back, when ‘Im The Dim’ revolted,
Against Presidente in ‘who used whom’ chats’ quoted!
A couple of decades back, Maduro refused,
Imagine, where every person is trying hard to prove themselves as to prove their relevance!
Imagine, the only intention on any land is to save or gain or my dream my share therein chant!
Imagine, you entered in anticipation of being resident but only thing got as who’s a wealthy lad!
Imagine, every second person is mere asking, as how much got, or how much is left to spend!
It wanted to purify rest by eclipsing the pleasant,
It bestowed to the legacies w/ shabby credence;
It gave the 'title' of knowledgeable to undeserving,
It took away the soul from knowledgeable sheath!
You saw myriad Kings, who had no clothes, behind,
And knew all secrets merely with an underage smile;
You sent the invitations, they came; and came again,
Despite not having needed obligation, to circumvent!
You brought both sides of the ideologue in, unison,
FIFO, LIFO, FILO, or, HIFO,
And as queues got stacked;
No Friends, but Myriad Foes,
Got hit more from side, or, back.
Think, would revenge be worth?
Diversity always comes in All Forms,
Good, Bad, Ugly, as well as, Bright!
As None got Four-Legged horse in life,
Thus, stop emitting equivocal Pride!
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(Line 7 Of Unreal Conversation)
Gollum! Gollum! Gollum! In the Gladden Fields’;
Ne’er stops Dreaming about Solar-System Dream!
Sun & Sand, to, Minerals & Water, on (R)Bare Earth,
Be a Comet OR Interstellar SHIP; should it Retreat?
For, OR, on our Sun only, why always disintegrate?
