FALLACY WITH STORY!

I have a story to say

Long time ago there was a king in gay

You must be eager to know

What it would unfold in a row

Have you thought the irrelevance of kingly stature?

We already elevated to an advanced stage, discarding kingly gesture

Cannot turn back the wheel of history

Kingly realm of past will never emerge in present trajectory!

Still we indulge past to propound on us

An inevitable sequence, we are obsessed to focus

We always crave for something sensational

Discarding ourselves to become rational!

By virtue of our past experience

We take pride on our vile presence

Try to glorify history

Intending to retrieve previous story

Which is smeared with only gory?

Ignoring our present developed stage

Produced from the fetus of past, a synthetic state

Reminiscence of past we surely contain

But the changed version having no resemblance

We do contain elements to write new story

For posterity to enamor to our exquisite visionary

The story which having the essence of history

Changing the course of life with its paramountcy!

No king or queen in my tray

It’s a story of travail

Having potential to give birth with a wail and prevail

Accelerate the changing phenomena

The only constant panorama

No travesty, but the manifestation of modesty

Translate the painful regime with an optimistic symphony

Cry for humanity the only tune to reign with melody!