By World Barnabas
Binoculars to the future, a mirror of the underworld
Speechless chain lying in a horrendous subway
Winkling at the passing shadows in exigency
Wafting wishes with wizened whim
Transmogrifying to hapless dunderhead itinerating
Acting as sentry rhapsodizing the old pathway
But the mission materialized to a forlorn hope as
Passer-by betrothed perambulation in innocence
Who shall disseminate this tintinabulating empathy?
Enough of lizards’ sweat and pigs’ obituary
Stains of blood as bribe to overcome your fear.
Search instead for this abandoned hoary prowess
Avatar of wisdom with unraveling paraphernalia
Demystifying quizzicality, curbing the laggard
Re-setting the anticlockwise, replacing summer with winter.
This is the perfect trail to the ancient landmark
Felicity in millet vegetation and comfort in greener pasture
No dismal compensation in thatched hut and tattered flag
The road to the future is zigzagging but this chain is vertical and horizontal.