Thursday, April 21, 2016

Melting standards

Nets  aimed  at  shooting  stars,
Heart  lusting  its  glitter  and  spark,
Naive  for  Greatness,  Glory,  and  Fame,
Minions  march  to  make  a  name;

Barbaric  hunters  with  a  pile  of  skulls,
Artists  flaunting  mastered  skills,
Emperors,  Cardinals  from  different  times
Modern  entrepreneurs  hoarding  gains;

The  world  looks  up  in  need  of  a  purpose,
Craving  a  promise  of  dreams  in  surplus;
Like  the  moon  drunk  on  the  light it  borrows,
Aspires  to  be  the  sun  every  night  and  morrows;

The  play  of  chance,  the  hand  of  times
Distract  our  eyes  from  what  it  hides;

Hunter  in  an  Industrial  Age
Writer  facing  the  Dinosaur's  rage
Flip  the  centuries,  the  Heroes  fall,
Yet  the  world  is  snared  by  illusion's  trawl;

-Sajithra

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