We
live to know the names,
Of
not who sowed, but bought us, fame;
And
undated structures that’s evolved,
Not to create the another,
On
any alike floating balls.
Reflection
in mirror till last goodbye,
Pages
leafed through with closed eyes;
If
amidst layers, stuck betwixt one, us,
Shalt
take a leap or wait, first?
And
layers many above or below,
Unlocked
are gates, or, keys be found of doors?
Nor
adventure is now, no more zeal,
As
in open bazar, the us, sealed!
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022