Desires exponentially increase,
As
descendants grow with time;
So
whilst releasing unexpired Cards,
Know, no antidote for insolent flies.
As
one ain’t abundant, seek more,
More
until no door’s swiped;
Then
shriek to show empty shelves,
Albeit
doors all opened, none left behind.
Graciousness
not always is trust, nor esprit de corps,
As
being one, can be one, it leafing through;
Nor
herd substantiate from evitability,
That
one shalt not with trojan horses flew.
Know,
there who dwell in well; with rope,
Who
shalt buttress to be swiped;
As
interests made, hence rope to escape,
When
hope is made to crumble in plight! ☹
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2020