Wednesday, March 11, 2020

A King’s Library


I come from a Land where raised are most,
Who weren’t rooted here or ever acted host;
Like who work somewhere, change in due course,
As Long as tickets are sold or else would revolt.

I come from a Land where were inscribed Ancient Texts,
Not as command or to be commissioned in Context;
But like an Art to live or to be Inner Re-engineered,
Alas! Shadowed such by those who Inherited Complex.

I come from a Land where many who screech,
Their intents ruin but still of order & love preach;
Aren’t originals’ many as many could be seen?
As directed by extrinsic adjure; wobbly their feet.

I come from a Land where freedom & Liberty sailed,
But Unauthentic confused that with Doctrine of Assuage;
So were many despicable, who were easily bought,
And Complexes, Reproductions, Submissions in Abundance brought.
But for, ‘Not all are one & not all could be some,’ ‘some’ fought! 😊  

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020