The dream that you foster
Upon the nest of the nation
Sails on the exquisite bangs of time
But, wayward to the oblivion
I search for a present in it
Not even a Freudian-slip you would stand with
An ovation! To your crony-fatale
Not even crossing the boundaries
Inwards on the horizon
Reflected into the waters of stagnant potential
Harris selects Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz to be VP running mate
Be it a dream and dream it off!
For, no Damocles’ sword hangs above you
At your altar you preach
The vanity of your presence
A fair too lanky
Jump the gun and broke the barrel of history
Oh! But, is it in need?
Swaying on the bridge of age
Young and old, bold and cold
Above the waters of death
Reaching only halfway to the empty class
Climbs a ladder with no roof to land on
Drained, carries the mind away
Mindful to the labor
Sweating sorrow on the land strange
No ariel to sing the sweet song of wakefulness
And here on your side you nurture dreams
And carve reality into ethos of proverbial glorification
For glory is meant not to be articulated, but made
Dreams are not meant to be dreamt but surely shaped.
