Confined to this holy grail of space
With conventional & populous thoughts, embraced
The longing for name shalt be echoed everywhere
From dawn to dusk projected in the air
The quest is never to find who are we
Reflection of the soul is abandoned in the sea
What it brings, peace or grace?
Or a mere reflection in the mirror of a liar’s face
Are the aspirations only to win beings & polls?
And what infuses the mind to play the deceptive roles
If the contention is only to win everyone’s aye!
Not a myth, same entities won’t remember you with your last goodbye
But if one still traverses to be selfsame structures like others
Would be lost in the delusion of murky goodness, the true you shalt remain covered :(
©Pranav Chaturvedi 2015