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