We all seek pleasures in different worlds,
In inscriptions too, holy unholy;
Of anthologies propagandised in narrations,
If facilitated it, in any literature or story.
Who call, being called an adroit infinite,
And to self in meta on billboards define;
In prose or verbose, in rhythm or rhyme,
Instincts followed, being followed in life.
We all seek pleasures in flying high,
To peaks of pleasures where volcanoes cries;
In metals being precious or in silver lines,
Or glittering diamonds; Alas, sold in disguise.
In lieu of evolving, soaked us we organisms,
In quest to quench colours of senses in prism.😇
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022