He’s reckless
He’s impossible
He’s beyond the limit
Yet he’s carnations !
You can scout him
Behind the lens of day
If one fine morning you are wake
He’s locked inside the pyre-geography
Don’t let him imagine like a crazy
He’s a part of this tech-wire world
He string’s the electric guitar
And plays the piano in sombre hues
Sometimes he’s muted
Sometimes he’s ringing
Just like hanging wall clock
He bangs the pendulum on time
He’s a timeless history
And never grows old with culture
He’s a farm boy stepping out of his winery
To trick us with his poster look
Yet he’s soak himself in calm currents
With all the hungers of wealth
Moving forth with ridiculous treaties
Stupid traditions knocking the door
Wisdom is carving for sociological cure
In wild race of success
White lairs are spared in beards
Oh ! folks think world is blooming
In the lap of Venus and beauty illusion
Humanity is treasuring in solitude
Tress hugger are brutally killed
Plants are decaying on bodies
Flowers are suffocating in garden
Female wombs not reproducing babies
Because he’s sees the world with discerning eye
And discernment of ascetic life goes on with dead scripts
With deep insight of grace and glory
Where’s the shadow ….where’s the light!
@Priyanka S Raj (MAHI)
Twitter @mahipriyankaraj
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Thank you for sharing this poem with us, Priyanka! You are a wonderful teller of captivating poetic tales!