The Realist noise restrained the steps,
Rhapsodic
not words shalt be, no depth.
Inundated
reflections with clauses then why meet?
Holistic
neither scent nor any act would greet.
Knowing
Contract on ledger first be inked,
Anticipated
be wronged Codicils be linked.
Greatest
kiss could turn into last goodbye,
Thresh
chaff, knowing this act is an ignoble lie.
But tracks carried Trust towards unstated,
Would
endure corollary even if abated.
Fervid
not, as in ledger stolid was
transcribed,
Paths inculcated when planted were already described.
Those
eyes compelled to ratify whatever inked,
Permissible
not to amend & wrong, 'grace would feed,' if you think.
No
words those lips spake but exemplified wants;
Receded! To rekindle, redraft, away from shallow flaunts.
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2018