A filler, of, literature’s chasms
Despair of, its, inherent ennui
In an orgy, of, empty orgasms
An alchemist’s, aimless, alchemy!

How many times, you, resurrect
From a sentence, we sentence, to thee
In dialect, of, pure intellect
You are, a cherished, absentee!

Who master, you, sophisticate
Expressions, with, winding reference
They’ll last, not who, prevaricate
In an, invention of, pure pretense!

Determinant, yet, determines not
Doctrines, of our, ‘literal’ legacy
No world will, crumble, of our thought
With, The Death, Of ‘The’!

© 2021 Vikas Chandra