Those who, don’t read you…
Ain’t the ones, who see thru
Beyond a narcissism, galore
Prosper gardens, evermore

Those who, don’t read you…
Are the ones, predisposed
To that ingrained wisdom, the cud they chew
And reap yields of scorn, on a soul decomposed

Those who, don’t read you…
Chase the creed, of vogue
Lionize trendy lies, oe’r virtuosity true
And despise to death, every single ideologue

Those who, don’t read you…
Shall they, never ever learn
Everyone’s vista, hasn’t all the same hue
Who are they, then, to deduce and discern
Those who, don’t read you…

© 2016 Vikas Chandra