Binoculars to the future, a mirror of
the underworld
Speechless chain lying in a horrendous
subway
Winkling at the passing shadows in
exigency
Wafting wishes with wizened whim
Transmogrifying to hapless dunderhead
itinerating
Acting as sentry rhapsodizing the old
pathway
But the mission materialized to a
forlorn hope as
Passer-by betrothed perambulation in
innocence
Who shall disseminate this
tintinabulating empathy?
Enough of lizards’ sweat and pigs’
obituary
Stains of blood as bribe to overcome
your fear.
Search instead for this abandoned hoary
prowess
Avatar of wisdom with unraveling
paraphernalia
Demystifying quizzicality, curbing the
laggard
Re-setting the anticlockwise, replacing
summer with winter.
This is the perfect trail to the ancient
landmark
Felicity in millet vegetation and
comfort in greener pasture
No dismal compensation in thatched hut
and tattered flag
The road to the future is zigzagging but
this chain is vertical and horizontal.
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