_ cries hoarse a pseudo – intellectual
thirsting to be in the limelight;
to become a revolutionary overnight!
The world moves on unperturbed.
Its daily routine which they call mundane
is utmost essential for safeguarding
humanity’s safe zone.
Poor lass
(fool of an ass)
Having a wide, flat rubber-band
around her forehead,
with the word ‘firebrand’
She keeps hopping from land to land
daydreaming that she could,
just by uttering the two words
‘Magic’ , ‘Wand’
Create one out of sand!
Alas, all she
could manage to do was
leading a no-man procession always!
Frustration accumulated thus
turning her violent,
the female sets afire her children
in her poem stillborn.
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