Sages to us, “steer clear of
thorns,
On paths, bequeathed or walked;”
And thus seen incessant narrow
escapes,
To reach destinations unworthy or great.
Narrower then the paths became,
Also for ones behind who were or weren't
mates;
As none uproot thorns, rather circumvent,
Thought, as such won't spread in
length, or,
Impuissant to catch one day, the breadth.
As recommendations evolved, so as
paths made,
Alas, on either end now, locked are
gates.
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022