Afraid,
as always, to unwind any intelligent species?
Be
likes of AI, or who solicit the breadth to breathe;
Then
ain’t such-imaginary antagonists would harm,
Except your own insecurities now triggering alarms.
As
no pets no followers thereof to blindly thence read,
Or
with folded hands pleading any, to cure disease;
A
self image inside of being the gods of the gods,
Pharaohs
too thought amidst no evens & more odds.
And
it ain’t about continuing legacies of poor or rich,
Nor
equal division of ackers no equity to be bewitched;
But
where time isn’t steady, alas, evolution now is,
You
need someone to hold your hands as a, catalyst;
Who
can build the lives & isn’t afraid of the same,
It’s
mere your anxious heart that puffery stars inhabit. :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023