Revelry

REVELRY Our settlements these days identify With blooming darkness Velvety petals have turned Into prickly thorns Patches of blood adore pathways As on a canvas, random brushes Of seasoned painters do Invisibility has helped cover Umbilical cord that nourishes Flourishing bazaars Which, by the way, claim To be self-styled pillar Of our vibrant democracy ‘Whether you do, don’t or the way vote Has no inkling with Your doomed prosperity’ they say, ‘Your voluptuous appetite for smoke, Not whims of bazaar Has rendered mill-chimneys crestfallen’ You can die of hunger, sorry! But you won’t ever be deprived Of revelry, Our settlements guarantee these days!