The Mark

A splash of spot if spattered on face,

& Locked shackled in closet abandoned from race;

May it be locked for a generation or more!

But for how long? As longer as the Time isn’t sure!

Void

Greatest might be Great, won’t dispute,

But even moon looks bright from afar,

Who walked over it knew spots it had,

So why greatest be not known with scars?

Love & Hate

Hate isn’t always a misdeed,

In ‘Love All’ never always lies good deed!

Why context of Hate is discerned,

In verbatim, as it isn’t defined with few terms?

The Stage

Mere perceiving an act, never conduce,

Theories, as were puppets in it infused?

As part of audience if you watch any play,

Know before engraving, did puppets too have any say?

The Hypocrisy

Who says world is in unison?

This shalt exist always with time!

Time you ain’t understand,

And dare exemplify, what’s destined?

Boxes

The boxes were small on plinths,

Not many but never distinct;

Quest to touch sky via concrete,

Erected in disarray, not in discrete.

With Reference to ‘Another’ Context

This is in continuation of my immediate precedent blog viz. The curious case of the term -> 'Fact Checked' w.r.t. Social Media.

Travesty was, presumptions auto converted into facts which in turn became unwritten doctrines whose ghost authors were never found & as always were hidden behind veils in apocalyptic bunkers misusing puppets around sphere who danced on blood floors on their behest . And this is certainly how several academic books were written. This is certainly how felicitations distributed. And this is certainly how society evolved.