More to what meets the eye.
In a world where words
Can be weaponized.
In a world where algorithms
Dance like unhinged zombies,
To pollute minds and question
Feeble intentions.
In the world of FOMO,
Compulsive take on rapes,
Murders and epidemics.
Their expectations to form
Opinions on politics and
Ongoing wars.
In the world where the moon
Hesitates to transition into a
Steady evening- My mom learns
To send pics in WhatsApp-
The first bloom of marigolds
She grew for the festival of
Dasara. The yellow transcending
Its hues to my face and
How I smile..