Aha moment


 

A trickle of ambrosia sipped in divine.

An ooze of toxic savored in pain.

This is the game of aeons.

Scarred by wounds of time.

 

 A pedestal with satin seat.

Embossed throne with silken threads.

Hush hush as he trudged on velvety carpet.

A   star on Earth, Ah! My mentor, Our Guru.

 

Garlands of monies and gold laces.

His feet soaked in milk and roses.

Scented sandalwood sits on his forehead.

Threaded in hues of sacred threads.

 

A pedant panorama of cursed cronies.

Dilapidated drums echoed the rusted pipes.

Parroting patterns: Long live the caring King.

Thumping elated the elusive viewers.

 

 

Period….

 

A studded armor with silver sheath.

Arms and ammunitions sprinkled under his feet.

Showered with glories for the sacrilege.

Sanguine drips on his forehead.

 

Unsettled sand shimmers fleshy feasts.

Vows to bow, embolden the hero.

Shivering voices: Long live the Chieftain.

Bullets binge burning bright.

 

Cacophony of baffled bluffs served the sermons.

Power and game gambled for gains.

Half -filled ether of flames and blames.

Chromatic hopes from the Lady Justice.

 

 

 

Bourgeois, the Chaff; Baron, the wheat.

Threshing and winnowing, circadian cycles of life.

A little pitcher with big ears.

An Odyssey from Stone age to Modern age.

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