Love for climate to abate its wrath,
And for egalitarianism; Oh! But on streets harass;
Alas! Fanatic lustrous nights, never spent in shacks,
Nor fastest route circumvented as always packed.
A family of few but for thee,
As mine can produce not few but many;
Consuming flesh that ain’t meant to be,
Still cry floura fauna or contrived fascists regime.
When cycled, then heads bow in shame,
As same journals would not endorse the name;
Imperative isn’t cause but fame,
Or how attention seekers would fulfill aim?
Exaggerate who for shows or pose,
Decorated all except soul, as always unsure;
If followed above & still seek applause,
Undemocratic unauthentic; unapologetically I call! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020