More than a thousand
years of wars,
And battles big
or small, (un)known;
What who started,
misreading or not,
Road chosen to bring fall, never grown.
A whisper
followed successive many,
Alas, context of which
lost in medium;
Synthetic versions
of what whispered,
Permeated whilst
crossing millennium.
The nature mere
provide us the plinth,
And raw matter
for what built in herd;
Withstand that
from afflictions many,
Is built not from
whispers never heard.
The pied piper clauses
are parley now,
Or herders guard &
vibrate mediums;
What whispered on
one side dampens,
Whilst reaching another;
yet premium.😇
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022