One shalt be open to live an indigent’s life,
IF clock appeals; to navigate path wished upon;
Proffered by faith or breathed rational,
Confined? Alas, then lines already drawn!
Elites not they’re who in present be revered,
As hitherto, merchants weren’t be called;
Enlightened who & forged passages,
Were in such breeds only, Elites used to fall.
Where stupors dreaming marching to fulfil,
In infinite spiral dreams sailing all;
Shrieks in indistinguishable courses,
Aren’t lands then to call home - big or small.
Thus, appraise soils & one shalt it, nourish,
Through natural or nurtured prowess;
If not, then brace to be cultivated by,
With the ones who ne’er cared nor blessed!🤔
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021