A man once
stuck in the midst of street,
Had ‘a’
chance to change the course;
But circle
in betwixt took to four directions,
Alas! Man had one choice & a call to enforce.
Signals
weren’t nearby nor anyone on feet,
Who
could be stopped as all proceeded in fleet;
Ain’t texts
to go through nor anyone to meet,
To
know how far each direction goes, what to greet?
Rational
be to await till be guided; but until bleed,
Whilst
consciousness be to commence towards unknown;
A
voice within, to the spirit, showed a direction,
Amidst
pandemonium on streets; quietude grown.
The
glitch: Voice of rational or spiritual or from beyond realm,
Aimed
to take one stuck in midst, to different shades;
As course
by quietude what conferred, was distinct too,
Had been
any feet thereby? Direction too then was certain! ☹
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021