Why be amongst, the futile clan
Whose passion’s but, an overkill
Better be a pawn, in their game plan
Who ain’t the ones, hunting goodwill!

Where banality, is modus operandi
Stand bare to bone, in that bazar
Where else will sell, jargons bizarre
Where mediocrity, is fine and dandy!

Gone are the days, of ingenuity
When a nameless Kafka, lived past death
Why literature today, is an ambiguity
Which stinks of hypocrisy, in every breath!

So if you want, to be a star
Better be a lie, than earnestness lame
Don’t invent, to be an exemplar
Be a stereotype, Do Write For Fame!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra