CRY OF AN INSATIABLE SOUL!
Smoke, fumes and foam
Suppressing my groan
My vision is getting blurred
My cerebral is becoming numb
My fancy is of writing poem
But unable to do so by observing only mayhem!
A new warfare I am observing
Where technology is slaying human with ludicrous design
I lost my capacity to make any rhyme
I am utterly immersed in a violent rhythm
Where human cry is suppressed in hyperbole of artificial gadgets
Though being crafted by only human
Not knowing their edifice of jeopardy endangering their existence
They may soon feel redundancy and presence
Sea change in production may alter their predominance
Only feud among them will be the cacophony we may hear with abhorrence!
I love to become a proponent for many
Where collective design brings to harmony
Individuals are forced to subdue
By majorities claim and attribute with amazing hue
A reflection of ancient style
Where collective approach are necessarily essential to exist, attune and align!
But my fancy for ‘I’
An inherent vice, always try to make a loud cry
Individualism engulfs me with arrogance and fanaticism
Solitude is a bliss I uphold in ecstasy to make a confusing rhythm
Hardly can I perceive
Isolation only I engender with misleading reprieve
Paving virtually alone to resort to grave
Where I perpetually stop my breathe in disgrace
None will remind me and my prosody
Discard me with sheer ignominy
Which ultimately majority approve in haste
Poor soul I am, my efforts all will be in vain and I will be in permanent rest!
External world with its unique trait
Changed and align my internal senses with behest
Combining it makes a material force
Where idea of an individual take an unrestrained recourse
Where thought process too appear as a material to offer change in deluge
It creates an ambiance for an individual to adapt to accommodate in recluse
Though his struggle will never be vociferous
He tried to usher mankind with his adoration for human civilization with glare!
I am now gradually advancing for perpetual departure
No accolades, no admire I aspire
But, I am suspended in a quagmire
I cannot find any script
To translate my views and vibe in spree
Whatever I experience
Whatever I achieved
None is parallel to this mundane odyssey I experienced with glee
Though an individual’s life is a dot
But alone it experience and offer pace, not a blot
In terms of time and space
It alone only usher mankind to explore with grace!
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