Ten million ways ― you

lead the dazzling fate.


Engaging the glamorous

feeling overshadowing

failing white policies.


What matters most,

is the fun, along the sun.

Moon has no place.


But you have this craze

that you will say and you will stay.


You have managed to scare

the world, which is chasing the eagle

because you told in your convincing speech

that the bird has fled with its eyes

poor world cannot see it can see

it fails a myriad times, it tries.


It is chasing with a rod you sold as a wand

ten thousand wails with yelling hands.


I am waiting behind a tree, beside the bank

of a crying river bleeding for some silver touch.

© supratik 2023
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