Sunday, June 22, 2014


The ball has been set to roll,
It might not attain its goal.
The due trail has its own toll;
Embedded by a thwarting mole.

Is myth to be blamed?
The avant-garde are ashamed.
Those who remain unnamed;
And flounder to get tamed.

It was an archaic alliance,
To proliferate their endurance.
Like old and anew converse with cognizance;
To ascertain that passé is per se brilliance!