A fire not quenched in time is a fire that
follows,
Even to Spock’s realm, who being an exemplar
of reason;
Sometimes seclusion bestows content in
solitude,
And sometimes not even beyond horizon or any season.
A fire not quenched in time is a fire that
follows,
Even to Spock’s realm, who being an exemplar
of reason;
Sometimes seclusion bestows content in
solitude,
And sometimes not even beyond horizon or any season.
Communists
proselytizing into merchants,
Whilst
merchants sheathed in marauders’ body;
Marauders
becoming religious apologists',
Apologists' reverting to communists as gaudy.
This story I heard once but ain’t in rhythm that rhymed,
In conventional ordinary town dwelled all allegedly in equal stride;
Were these Two Brothers, one Gentle, another Wicked,
Had possessions of few tangibles they both inherited!
You shackled within a Prism, to be bent,
Own pride & prejudices of wavelengths!
Colours of joys & sorrows, vulnerable,
Light passing splatters frailty & strengths.
One must learn, when & where to draw a line between -> Being a
Roman in Rome vs. Being Original.
When you adopt or agree to swing towards whatsoever, then in an ordinary course of action, you read, learn, discern it comprehensively, & then infer whether you could lean towards it partially or absolutely!
There's cause & effect, big or small,
So is in non-linear, A Sound of Thunder;
Even when compartmentalized colossal,
Floats on, along with its every Spender.