By Bhargavi G. Iyer
The lethargy of facile techniques,
Like the ease of helicopters to escalade peaks;
With a click and a tap and a job well done,
Scorned sanctions eclipse mendacious streaks.
But no one reads between the lines,
Or apprehends impostors among the dotes;
The counterfeit continually shines,
Obfuscating the invisible quotes.
Sentiments and speculations imposed by right,
No individual owns an original insight;
Each thought dragooned by that of another,
Influences melding into a social plight.
The incitement that subdues dissent,
Cannot be enumerated in votes;
For words can be thrust, stolen, or lent,
Behind the veil of invisible quotes.
All those words unsaid, remain,
Locked away, conjectured in vain;
As occurrences, bonds and emotions wither,
Mouldering into mere rue and disdain.
And sorrow rehashes into neglect,
As bridges collapse into moats;
Unspoken silences introspect,
The infinitude of invisible quotes.
The solitude of acceptance is broken,
When myriad aspirations are awoken;
The verisimilitude of ennui is dispelled,
When one receives inspiration’s token.
Creativity and motivation soar,
And every purpose persistently promotes;
The magnum opus to be augmented more,
Protected by invisible quotes.