Pranav Chaturvedi (PC) - Poet/Blogger/Author/Email: poet@jpranavc.com / jpranavc@gmail.com - Copyright (c) Material.
Last Ardent Poetess died more than a century ago,
Then maybe few came, but, Jellicle ne’er showed;
No designers, ain’t life Cinematographer to allure,
Even Seamsters who stitch, are Tomcats, for sure!
Sitting in Board, Activism, or, for Contrived Rights!
Inherited, Immigrant, and, the Anchor Wombs,
Everyone’s Fixated on Their Worth be-> Proved!
Base, no base, for Dreams & Shares Skedaddle,
With an Open Drawn Simulated Smile -> Rattle!
Flashes of images, in last goodbye,
Before closing of a chapter or the eyes;
Yet ain’t conscious, whether unlocked truth,
Like animals multiplied, burning good wood.
A Compulsive Diversity differs from Evolved Ones,
As what’s Evolved-> Understands Another’s Habits!
And when in a Quest to Prove of being the Diverse,
You end up then introducing Incompatible Puppets!
Amongst them you’ll discover categorized brackets,
Mamma ain’t the Fan of OZEMPIC,
She’s called Mamma of all Bombs;
Neither lightweight, no small talks;
The Heavyweight Champion across!
Not that attached with nuke sparse,
Nothing shalt be visible, intangible,
As True Intelligence Remains Quiet;
It is the passive listener rather active,
And, it will watch the day after trials!
Only Jesters react on every occasion,
More than a Cup of Coffee & Lights,
Matters! What ambience it provides!
A myth, that only cities’ that are bright,
Can turn pleasure of sipping, divine!
Maybe near delightful river it unfolds,
