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,
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!
Such successes for centuries felicitated,
From Kings, to, Democracies persuaded;
Not one, but, many in same generations,
That’s how recruits were always chosen!
Ground level works on shifts, top is polished,
Unless everything is in sync, or, abolished!
Awareness becomes neurotic inclinations,
Strength is as if schadenfreude in distillation. 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026
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,