Pranav Chaturvedi (PC) - Poet/Blogger/Author/Email: poet@jpranavc.com / jpranavc@gmail.com - Copyright (c) Material.
My observations, or yours; may see same reality,
IF Not, then we’re born from the different trees;
What objectivity defines, to the extent perceivable certainty,
But beyond that, restricted is one’s subjectivity!
Philosophy of lives lies outside Academic walls,
That shalt be the truly -> Turning-Point,
In game of monopoly, play-pretend anoint;
On one side -> Kings’ collective remittances’,
On another, are the divine verses, its scent.
As millennia old unsettled, are the dues,
Navigate sans obliterating,
Nurture that sans Flattening;
Not for Physiques Protruding,
Noise overrides else ->Revolting!
In the hope, that one, or, the other day,
We lived, forgot, died, with ‘might or may’!
Heard from someone what once was true,
Ne’er saw nor witnessed nor wore its hue!
From being extensive to invoking Force-Majeure,
To ultra thick Ships stuck in Strait of Hormuz;
Vulnerability of the deserted DATA Centres,
Not only OIL, but, Water too becomes Juice!
It’s the Starmer’s whole Nine Years,
Whilst the Labour’s indeed Fourteen;
With an image of the Global South,
An English leftist from south, seen.
Contemporary tries to replace archaic,
Confusing it with as if all are outlandish!
Who condescends no less pugnacious,
Varies in degrees, & dances in opinions!
And Johnny Bravo told the SCOOB,
Foxy Mama! You too check my Tools!
In between myriad Scrappy Doo’s,
Competing Puppy Powers in rebuke!
Hey Senorita Mama! Pass SHIP’s arse,
