Monday, October 19, 2020

Quicksand

We remain rooted; except our actions!

That with environs, tweak!

Are these cloak -&-dagger superficial acts?

Or mere angst further for more sweets!

 

We remain rooted, means, intents’ unaltered,

Yeah, expressions oscillate with time!

Until tickets sell & in boxes all is well,

As post that, all walk in the rooted stride.

 

We remain rooted irrespective of where bloomed,

Shifting is mere pretentious, faux pride;

Grains in desert look same until quicksand,

And mirage an illusion for a thirsty mind.

 

So, let whose cravings are unending,

Shalt not tell tales of any rooted mind!

Else accompanied who walking with such similar,

Would never know when quicksand arrive! 😊

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020