The land of lost souls abandoned by the countrymen
They proceeded with no regret but zest,
With cognition untouched & static
Measured the conduct with selfsame litmus test;
But who says perceptions can’t judge
Not worth engraving the wood,
For who stands with the same facts in hand
The fortune or conviction for good;
Neither you are fool nor am I
But you are not the true my lord,
Remember, being on that primacy
Not righteous to transmute pen to an authentic
sword;
Where Projectors transform the identities
But no one condemns,
Their own complexes & insecurities
Myth or Actuality, they know, but uninformed
they pretend;
Those lost souls on that land
May be recipient of sheer malevolent conduct of your own men,
When facts never corroborated with intentions
Arduous to reinstate, even if later you
amend;
None can question your wisdom
As one earns being exposed,
To infinite instances which had occurred
Where the positivity was never reposed;
Still not a pit with heaven over it
Would contend the latter exists widely,
But if you admit only facts ignoring cause
You would ponder the justice blindly.
Copyright © Pranav Chaturvedi 2015