TIME

How you stepped into this world is strange

Your endless flow is bound up in mystery.

Your galloping speed for incessant change

Left imprints in ever living history.

The milestones mark your age on the milky way,

It’s race on wheels at a high pace,

A wayfarer’s journey without stay;

Yet, no trace of weariness on your face.

You manifest eroding powers in all circles,

Even pliant limbs and sharp mind grow decrepit,

The petal-soft countenance carves wrinkles.

The sculpture in a quake breaks into many a bit.

You resemble a river in its ceaseless glide,

Your resolve is like the planets’ orbit,

You look like an eternal traveler in his ride,

And travel like the flash of light brightly lit.

Five senses, in strict governance of the mind,

Fail to unravel and charter your powerful role,

Mysterious are your ways to humankind.

Everything manifests under your iron control.

Published: Metverse Muse 

84th to 87th Quadruple Issue.

Dec 2023

DEMOCRACY TODAY

Crowns all, democracy even today,

All rights without prejudices anyway,

Enfranchise, the best instance to quote,

All are welcome with a currency note to vote,

The voter is reminded of his active role,

And of his status as the king of poll,

The most welcome guest to drink to the brink,

Till there dries the mark of indelible ink.

His face blooms the flowers of better future,

In the sweet garden of hypocritical nature,

His innocence sings the song of exploitation,

While rocking in the swing of intoxication.

The moment next, this one-day-king,

Without any crown appears suffering.

Published: Metverse Muse 

84th to 87th Quadruple Issue.

Dec 2023

FANCY ORDER-SHOW

When I look at the society today

It shows its face with tears.

When I look into newspapers everyday

It expresses in every page fears.

The leaders in power have confidence,

"That state or nation is in progress."

The opposition says, "There is no evidence

Of such at any cost" stated by the press.

The people are in confusion,

To know who are false and who are true,

As everything is beyond their vision

No clue, no cue by the press crew

Sugarcoated words or mask-guised face

Lies appear truths or truths appear lies.

Everything today is fair in their race

The people fall prey like fireflies.

All are in the false glow.

Everything to be in the order,

Mere fancy order-show,

All cross the order-border,

The people fall in the dilemma

Like the riddle with no solution

Nothing clear in the panorama

Nothing healthy in political pollution

It is clear no change is in the days

In the rays and in the beams

In the promising ways.

A change is clear in the glaring gleams

In the words and hues of promises

For progress they talk about is not clear

But it echoes the rampart-premises,

Days are ahead to find it true to the ear.

Published

Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.