Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Mr. Obama’s Clauses

 

Slurping on an ultra-emancipated thought in my humble Hut,

From far away I watched a Revered Orator, from whom, I too Learnt;

And who took the American dreams within dreams; sky high,

A Nobel ‘War’ rior; spread olive branches, was Mr. Obama’s sight.

If a land, longing to set an example, to evolutionary clauses,

To lead, would plead to please; diluting traits, original causes;

Lead us to define in one reference tome - right, liberal or left,

That further leads to the future that shapes the arc to upend.

As there never was one abode, nor ever will be, for a species,

I too, as the humble Poet, kept rhyming what’s not yet decreed;

Original clauses, indispensable; alas, enshrouded with mainstream,

Slurping whilst searching for hope that I can’t see even in Space dream! 😊

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024