Sunday, February 23, 2020

The Printing

You walk on streets or shores or traverse on wheels or fly,
Essence of soul & sand be known if seen from opened eye;
Who says who changes lands would change original traits?
The instincts of any flesh shall follow until this lonely race.

Paths of teacher & entrepreneur should never converge,
Instructed it cannot, unless original context is discerned;
Misconception served while we walked linearly,
That blinded our eyes to who one is was would be.

Liabilities bequeathed under abode where we dwelled,
Couldn’t differ b/w knocking noise or enchanted bells;
Never an opportunity nor calamity on the door that stood,
Just disbelief of ‘all be one be all’ either uplifted or ruined.

Consider most vacillating whose contentions start or end,
“for sake of yours or mine, not one but many, who would descend;”
Such iniquitous would remain suspended in air we breathe,
Who drive ‘Pay & Use’ services in palaces, libraries or streets. 😊

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020