poem#1 of 2018.
Written 15:51 2nd January 2018
Glistening Steel Knots
caught up in the glistening steel knots,
the blue-fin tuna awakens to see,
what a betrayal of its senses,
was the lure of homily,
but it crying words,
sent shivers down,
the spines of all,
on board,
"Don't think I'm alone in this fallacy,
you-all have your own steel knots,
enmeshing you, and embalming,
you, in perpetual, virtual,
snobbery, with a Like,
a Comment, and a,
Upload.................
Living someone
else's dream,
lured by the
advertisers,
siren call,
wake up.
And
Break
Free.
M I Mughal [my pen name]
Image taken from Unsplash.
This is an ode to the death of individual volition in a collectivist post-modern slavish world.