Poet's Paradise (Dawn of Era of Poems)

Thou shall change for better or for worse Knows no one but time to come The upheaval shall decide what you averse The tides await rhythm of destruction to hum The eventful journey is itself a surprise The possession obsession too low as a prize Fear not, the times shall pass Alas! look at what you shall surpass In the era of depression, intolerance and agitation Lines of Shakespeare and Ruskin Bond feels exaggeration The need of the hour is so vague Orthodox thinking has hit worse than plague The science is at par But humanity has lowered the bar The aim waivers like a flickering candle Easy to kindle but hard to handle But the best part is thou shall rise When meagre supplies shall suffice Until then, the human hope is besmeared Like the past, present has sneered This isn't a race or tug of war It's between who you wanna be and who you are

considering there is a god considering the way we preach and laud we sure got a lot you say we sure have a lot of dismay for someone who had a laugh in life complaining and getting job done was rife for he who thinks he has trouble even gold values nothing but rubble considering your life is actually hard considering what you have is not support  considering all you got was ways to work smart considering none, when you were down, called you aboard and still considering someone comes and says that it is not bad brings only boredom and feelings so sad considering there were "only parents" to help when we fell considering that it does not go as you could foretell and yet considering that Syrian orphan is better off than you are at least he gets food and water despite the war don't blame the luck if you are lame talk for those who smile even if in their country war is a game don't think you had it hard if you don't ...