Tempestuous Times

Time forgets to reach out to the auspicious moments

The idle reaches of those fictitious promises fail to impress

There are barren stretches through which fiery paths run

Treacherous deals fill the contemptible crucibles of gilded fame

Tempers soar across the cluster of hungry abodes; it’s a shame

Turning against the great odyssey, the tracks have been burnt

Timorous lot raise their voice to intimidate the traces of peace

Traces of defeat etched on the temples and faces of dissenters


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