The red sun that rises in east,
And ‘rest’ in eve where traders’ rest;
Proselytism in archaic minds seek,
Time, as life no expansive but less!
Amidst these equal sides world revolves,
Equity lies in the lies of all;
You could not stretch or make it a ball,
Dimensions restricted as none stands tall.
There’s no side that’s rarely distinct,
Could no more stand as there’s no plinth;
The world in square, indeed is rare,
As none in outer world shalt such share?
Whoever shalt come or go; be alike,
Rose to heights to fallen ashes in strikes;
Through dreams defined rights, decorated Knights,
Stood, shalt stand, on plaid equal sides! :(
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021