Much, that has been
of traditional values and conformities –
A deference towards authority:
The faith, and the faith bearer of yore –
Our golden time
Have taken a worn out look
in our rush
to bet with the running time
Peace have shed its skin, in
Temporal pause.
On all fronts
We peeve blood
out of our wounds
Chased our patience away to seven hills
Made a mockery of our faces –
Upping our angry beat
This, the Zeitgeist!
Acerbic and incisive!
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for thy precious comment!
A hard-hitting, passionate poem.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji.