Friday, September 16, 2022

The Rhythm

 

The nightingale’s presence feel gleeful,

when felt,

Not in sorrows, or wherein crows

be sought to feed;

So as when the night's loved or

day's caressed, in wandering,

What's spent in any prospective

idea & seed.

 

There's both time

& place where ascertained are,

things;

Call it by names preparations or (un)fortunate,

Alas, where commodities forged

cultures, cults, ties,

Instability is what, ‘opportunity

met preparations,’ metamorphosed.

 

In the resets, small or great,

early or late,

The casting were sinusoidal.

& drove;

The pied pipers following pied

pipers in cycle, ring-a-ring, o roses,

And where nightingale ought to have sang;

sung crows.

Status-quoist, unsure agnostics,

 & so as believers who believed,

Alas, their preparations were for what mere,

such opportunities released.

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022