She stood mute, her aureate eyes fixed on the screen
Beldams and belles from the land flocked the tiny room
Courtesy of the Beau geste of the Order,
looking to give back to the mortals
away from the realm of expanding cultural evolution.
The screen acting as a Panacean nexus
Between the all-knowing and the Unknown.
“All humans are created equal
And shall bequeath everything equally.”
Read an ephemeral voice lost to the translation,
Her mottled nails shining through the lens
The women lingered, some lurching around
trying to escape and some with lucid faces
Pretending philosophy is akin
to their wandering thoughts.
The one with the Aureate eyes bent closer to the nexus
Eager to get a look at the elite, upgraded version of the sapiens alien to her.
They get glimpses of the starry few on the other side,
Once in a while like the Rafflesia bloom
The sinister blossom phobic to brightness.
While the impatience rose in the herd,
The tumult leading to dust and ashes nebulously rising.
Words were never for these gluttons hunger raged,
Maybe an apple or two
Would have done the trick.
She bowed deeper to touch the screen
And there came the furling roar of air
Through the shabbily pierced nostrils.
In a moment of fulguration,
The screen went blank
Before the masks veiled the ornate faces
On the other side.
“Classless” someone uttered
From across the screen,
Trying to put on the glasses with instilled spf,
Probably the one beside the one with the mottled nails
Who is the one who read
“All humans are created equal
And shall bequeath everything equally “
~ Dr.Farha Sultana Shaik
Vijayawada, India
Too good farha
So meaningful and heart youching poetry.Keep it up
So meaningful and heart touching poetry.Keep it up