In the poetic verse of these three words,
Are conundrums, conspiracies, cabals;
If you once read, recite, in mutual x-clusive,
Order of our realm chequered by such tzars.
In bygone tales, at least were the wonders,Alas, now one can knit pieces, no more hard!
As reels from closets, shifted to drawers,
Sphere is x-pensive too, to live without scars.
These three words entangled to one another,
YET, asexual their evolution, inherent behavior!
There’s this labyrinth with no start to end,
Unless, you use refractor, make stories to bend.😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024