Dope or dopamine ?

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The speed, the light:

the all enveloping clamour: 

drowning in vanity, 

long ago was lost the 

shield of virtuous valour.

Falling prey to superficial 

yet irresistible glamour,

there's no respite;

no place to hide, fitting in, 

flowing with the tide:

seems to be the only way 

ahead, or outside. 

Wonder why it doesn't rankle,

wonder how it doesn't create 

a ripple or  a tiny tinkle?

Oblivious observers or 

obfuscate orators, 

wonder who rules the mind!

In this rigmarole of 

high sweeps & rides,

the self-effacing are 

pushed to the brink 

while the supercilious 

& vain rise & shine.

#SrKmusings

Comments

Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
Beautifully penned. . . Brilliantlly expressed. . Virtues, honesty. . Integrity. . Gratitude have become a thing of past. . Old world charm is lost. . Age of innocence is gone. . I'm glad there are people like you who are still writing about these things.❤️
20 March 2021 at 00:28
Suverchala said…
Thank you Dr. Prakhar, I try to focus on daily goings on and then pick up aan aspect that makes me ask questions...
20 March 2021 at 01:15
Unknown said…
Maybe..... “Though the world adulates the conspicuous and red roses, maybe it’s the one in oblivion, like the green that enchant!”😉

Really loved the piece, in a world as frustrating as the one we live in today, it is artwork like this one that helps you retain your sanity. Completely agree with the sentiment and love how it's been expressed in all it's magnificence yet embodied with subtle nudges to those who really need some. 💚❤️
20 March 2021 at 09:11
Suverchala said…
So true Siddhant, though the world adulates the conspicuous & red roses it's the green that enchant.
Yes subtle nudges are sometimes the only way forward.
20 March 2021 at 09:21
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