Posted in Poetry

parliament of words is postponed

Congress of Reason and Sentiment is suspended

Till the key to Forum of Letters that’s

Lost in the midst of midnight madness

Of a phantasmal duo of rebels ignorant and crude

Uprooting the Ministry of Independent Scribe

Is found to continue its usual sessions with verve.

P.S. Until my modus vivendi gets back on the track that is to be renewed with a bella  vistas in a new territory, all is suspended, willed or unwilled.