Never push under the rugs,
Any quandary, big or small;
As a day comes when it’s risen,
Fire unquenchable, whirling tall.
I wished to witness turning points,
Points routed in labyrinth to none;
As for millennia we walked on routes,
That brought us back to square one.
Walking on lines better being in loops,
Alas, time cyclic, no spiral but rerun?
Yet, we know to make it a choice;
Never push quandaries under any cover.
This ain’t the first battle, or the last,
As myriad more, unshackled from past.😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024