Baptized, whose sweat, their fortitude
If not, the pilgrims, of their fate
Who invented, providence, with ‘crude’
New myths, with mortar, they create!

O’er tombs, of, sun-baked villages
Where wild pearls, sold for a, fistful of dimes
New frenzy, of, rat-race rages
To change, lost history’s, paradigms!

O’er endless, roads, time outruns, man
From a herd, of, ethnic estrangement
Evolves enigma, of a, contrived clan
In visa-queues, whose life, is spent!

Between, megalomania, and schizophrenia
Delusional, is, life’s every strand
Where fairy-tales, found, their utopia
Mirage Of Dreams, In A, Spent Wasteland

© 2021 Vikas Chandra