"aturn" poems
for many ran on fumes,
these few years,
living daily on hope,
and nothing else;
a great number wanted,
but the heavens never granted,
the privilege to see aturn in the tide,
to the dearly departed, sleep on;
and for the quick,
welcome to making history,
a rare opportunity to be amongst,
the countable, the reachable, the available;
whatever it is worth,
the next four can never be as darkly,
as the eight spent in vast backwardness,
time truly deserving to be forgotten;
but for the lessons learnt ,
nothing nostalgic of the cowtostrophic era,
every single element will get what is deserving,
karma always finds a way;
and for the hopeful many,
may your aspirations meet rapid improvements,
because today marks a departure from irreverence,
into days and nights of renewed hope.
May 29, 2023
May 29, 2023 at 1:27 AM UTC