Sunday, August 9, 2020

Excessive Anything

 Excessive anything brings disarray,

Be love or hate, lust or one’s pride;

If once induced in disproportionate,

Like inflated balloons confined a life.

 

When love’s more, may spin to hate,

And hate that could go blind;

Lust that shalt abuse psyche,

In pride whereas there’s no stride.

 

Ackers that make even strongest minds,

When fed in surfeit to feel omnipotent;

But when wrinkles on cutis can’t stop time,

Looked in skies as unknown what comes next.

 

Stories were told since ancient times,

Of what excessive anything brought;

There weren’t lessons learnt till today,

As globalism too became a contemporary blot. :(

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020