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Rav Chokks Poem
Pray, let me tell a story not so sweet-
E'er sure thy holes on head's side glean'd this 'ere;
Once upon a time, when naught ruled discreet,
Please panic not- there was no time to snare;
Lest crater in front, gape at wonderland-
Eh, kiddin'? Something broke with Big Bang grand.
Abracadabra, out of thin air sprang,
Siamese twins- Time and Space holdin' hand;
Space gave time for Time to grow with a bang
Ugh! Aeons buried their head in sinned sand,
Much to chagrin of Time that felt wee bored-
Else, what shall do now to strike mental chord?
Thus hatched a funny thing not seen 'ere e'er-
Ha! Blame that bit wits of our time for this;
In shaggy mane fit for beasts' lord to wear-
Nest o'er too craggy visage not amiss;
Gush at ungainly trudge bipedal flat-
Sprint truly on to master time with that.
E'er easy, saunters our 'animal' wild-
And, evolution direct deft dare drive;
So swift seized she, shellshocked space and defiled-
In no time, fate set foot on to deprive;
Lo! Not strong nor brave- how she pull it off?
Yes, granddads one by one sure do drop off.
True master of nuance all and bit more-
Ho! Human sized huge ego, got she whence?
Out went he to lust past time with fierce roar;
Unlucky, did thee say? There's no defense,
Grant I, when present swallow past to bloom;
Hence, time about ripe to script special doom.
Times sweet, disperse into gross space for good-
Once and for all, beckons bleak future grey;
Lasts not for more time, this animal could-
One fine day, Time shall rule harsh on her stay;
Still stands Time as of now but not for long-
Else, 'tis time to move out with a swan song.
Advice one I shall gift now- 'A speck small,
Lack flair to fish in yawin' black hole squall-
Lost on orb lonely, e'ermore take right call'.
P.S : The message is, ' PEOPLE ASSUME THINGS EASILY THOUGH, TO LOSE ALL'.
IAMBIC PENTAMETER and ABABCC rhyming
Copyright © Rav Chokks | Year Posted 2021
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