Cigar but no cigar
extinguished by the elders
Gaslighting commissioners held in tweed
The night people slide in between
Pouring light
velvet dolls
play with their own discord
electric spears happenstance
pale Harlequins of the night
scratch their gilded fears
outstretched hands
that jabs the line
of ghost trains
Stacked chips
sequined starlets shinge
Rhinestone streakers parade
paying homage
to pipers never paid
who snort energy in spoons
Nigh fusions are a happenance
I prefer the stalks shadows of the day
Infinity has a way of peering
tomorrows living for a thrill
Who light the leitmotif
and bonfire my words
Or should I search for an island
to gaze at a cave?
Wherewithals all lustre
scratch holes in my words
A house without a dream
ran naked through the plains
Romeo is lost
Juliet leans closer
Spinoza doffs another theorem
Nature plays trumps
commissions bleed into tweed
The Harlequins of the night
languish their last aura
Lilly eyed clowns await
commissioners bleed into tweed
Rivillers errantly play drums
Damsels failing in their appeal
Adventurers sent back
Running on empty
the night people slide in between
Those old sinners head for the valleys
backing their wasted years
No prayers are said, just the orbital of silence
Neon fingers
banish the remnants of the day
Dustbins loiter ominously
blurry eyed
The Night people slide in between
Sailor doom bewitched by sorceresses
as heckled men face electric spears
Stet the occasion
A drawbridge opens
staining the gangster day
Outstretched palms
preclude the day
Jewelled ghost trains
ordinately take you
further away
Velvet dolls with a brainy side
watch stale commissioners slide
Star clad ingénues infuriated evermore
To talk about non proliferation is latest fashion
In which indulges each nation
Treaties talk tall on this issue
But the offenders they cannot sue
Commissioners of this forum before BBC
With a bland wooden face speak like sissy
They are offered Nobel peace prize for
non-performance
Though they have not interrogated offenders even once
The drama of hypocrisy goes on and on
And nobody the demise of peace moans
The world is literally on the threshold of nuclear
holocaust
And yet UNO about non-proliferation boast
Plutonium and uranium can fall in the hands of
terrorists
Who are on USA'S most wanted lists
The saddest thing about NP is double standard
Because nobody keeps here his word
The nations who most vehemently NP dictates
Are themselves nuclear states!
Can’t we put nuclear energy to peaceful purpose
Instead of making it a universal curse
PANCHOLI NANDLAL KANJIBHAI
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