You call it a travesty, but a cosmic bitter truth,
In politics, there’s no expiry date of revenge;
So goes in law, journalism, and the real estate,
They wait, time ripens, & write obituary page.
You won’t be an activist, unless a secret affair,Not all crusaders build heaven, don’t have flair;
One lesson in geopolitical politics went unlearnt,
Thousands of years’ revenge too, won’t go unheard!
I wrote hymns, chants to make the time linear,
But, the arc won’t bend straight, in circle always.
You won’t forget me, I won’t forget too; & goes on,
This be amended, if you want this life-cycle to stop!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2025