I’m not amongst who suspend, quandaries,
For millennia, or, who drag many centuries;
Sometimes, what you call filtered, is residue,
And that residue, you consider as renewed!
Again, ain’t purity, but quality more mattered,As, without catalysts’ no invention occur(ed);
Greatest stories are recited, ne’er witnessed,
As, that time, didn’t honor; when were written.
And if being honored as and when, smitten,
You wouldn’t’ve seen history repeating itself;
Poetics’ are comedies, tragedies, divine errors,
Residue suspends, YET, on billboard stands taller!☹
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2025