BADRI RAINA | Caravan Daily
So poisoned is the throb of times
That not a heart may keep a pure flow
For more than a fleeting illusion,
Of a duping high amid a perpetual l ow.
With every announcement of pride
Of accomplishment beyond compare
The honest heart skips a beat
To swallow that it may not dare.
Those that still tell an honest tale
Do their fast for forty days
In a desert where the adder hides
To strike the heart in modern ways.
Messiahs sprout in every clime
To do dirt upon their predecessors;
Successful men cheer them on
To order into unbending fetters
Common sense and camaraderie,
The empathy of shared tribulations,
Selfless voices, heartfelt words
That admonish erring nations.