Slurping on an ultra-emancipated thought in my humble Hut,
I saw a father, a patriotic leader, a spy; but, a Politician first.
Who said by not saying amenably, against American dream,
“That such dreams wrecked all,” is what Mr. Putin thinks, it seems!
When an empire that once ruled, & fell; whom its populace trust?
Of course, who can bring glories back, where there’s no point of return!
Academia muddled up the economy with the rooted sentiments;
Know! Glories not restricted to mere ackers to all, but, to make it resurrect!
Yet, I, the poor Poet, would crave to make many amendments,
As incessant cycles of lives we’ve, will, live(d), not eternal, but on rent,
In that sinusoidal, some joyous, some melancholy, songs sung or sang.
And I Agree(d)! With threats looming, on the quest to make lost glories revive,
A Leader shall always cross(ed) beyond borders or even the principled lines!
And whoever says, marionette thee not me; are wrong; as all were, are; who lead or shined! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024