When all eyes whizzing around IVY Leagues,
Or scrambling across on the diverse streets;
It’s not feat, we consent on any mainstream,
But, some live inside, steering complexities!
It’s more about words, & how they evolve,
By who was stuck in abode; Not in forlorn!
Maybe down for a World, yet, not for Pages,
As someone saw distinct Worlds, & all ages!
Young enough to fly; but chose to be secluded,
Not as a caged bird, nor, encircled in rages;
But amidst when every person is Proving, or Trying,
That’s why, No Emily, The Poet, evolved in Present Time!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024