So Callous!calls the world,
Desperately draining out in turbulent moves,
Tongues and lips flickering,Pleading.
Unknown ,The Master
sterned to its own punctuality
Runs for the doom's day.
Honest disciples disciplines to reach the acme.
Playboys and mugs aduled to fantascies.
Like rolling stone gathers no moss.
Slips downhill to the the depth of Falsehood.
perpetual treading steps
never blinds the Master
Past,Present and Future its incarnation
Future honours the peregrenator.
He who ,Entourages its entrenches.
All the rugged rocks and smooth pavement
Bending to pick up the pebbles.
© 2014 Pallavi Bharati