World A Maze ?

World A Maze ? short poem

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World of maze ?

Fuzzy is the world
about mess in the cosmos
where the mass amasses gross income
that almost abates the flux in values
fore grounded in the spinals of mortals.

Crazy is the youth on the online
chatting and scratching
their brains to coin trash
phrases of levity and brevity to bind
their palls to networks to be agile to guile.

Drowsy is the infant, in kindergarten
sleeping after yelling
in vain out of hunger, who is not complacent
with crumbs of biscuits and ready–made milk
that contaminate his health to indigestion.

Jittery is my daughter about the loaded homework
striving to finish
before an Idiot-Box, a stimuli to copy notes
stunting her memory to restore facts fresh
but her brain catches the wonder in Tom and Jerry.

Sly is the politician, a crafty and artificial being
of benign smile
to hush his hypocrisy to charm the mass
around his feet feeling that he can be a magician
to woo the laymen the predictors of his fortune.

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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If you actually notice, there’s so much of chaos happening every second around us! Very well-written!


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