We dwell in a rented world
Nothing to take away
When realm of life ends
Living in an Orb of chaos
Where contraceptives and
Ultrasonic waves decide
The birth of the generation
God–men topple genuine Gods
Oracles manage our hope
Blind and deaf in aloof jiffy,
Camouflage chameleons in
Selfish situation, we endorse
Subtle chauvinism, zealous egos,
Shun our prowess of insight
Cradle to Necropolis, we subsist
Credited Monarchs of Bamboozle
Quest for opulence evict ethics
Ensue standoffish, swindle souls,
And our ultimate aim is nothing,
What we gross, what we miss,
The bonds of the life quash one day.
VIGIL KUMAR
VIGIL KUMAR 
The truth of life is in change…but it never meant loosing upon your sense n values…sorry state it is..
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Each line is a nugget of wisdom.
Well-conceived illuminations. 🙂
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I really enjoyed reading this one. Thanks again!
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Wow. This is excellently written. Good shot!
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God-men. I think they are a huge part of our predicament. We spend too much time with them. I spent a good part of my life doing things I shouldn’t, validating myself with the actions of these “god-men”.
Time for some more discretion. Time to actually think from a priority standpoint.
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I sure like your idea that we “rent” this “world” for our existence. A richly suggestive concept!
Thank you so much, Vigil, for liking and following my poetry blog. Cheers!
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Beautiful and so thought provoking. Thanks for stopping by my blog and liking it. Can’t wait to read more of your work. Regards, Sandra
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Welcome with pleasure…. thanks
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Reblogged this on vigilkumar.
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Beautiful.
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The way you use the english language is like listening to the sound of a zipper being unzipped. And the image of the teeth of the zipper unfolding, is the form you are sculpting on canvas, which utters powerful wit and truth and secrets. It is apparent there is something inside you that has been wearing a sweater hoodie. And it hangs compact in the closet with other worn out hand me downs.
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