Period.

A static larval,
dehydrated with arguments:
heated and baseless,
considering progress?
not even under-construction.
Period.
A prude ornamented,
with objections and opinions,
leaning on dual standards,
creeping out of a narrow sewage.
Sewage: a tribute to intolerance,
not a hyperbolic statement.
Period.
The clock of your intellect,
missed out on great deals,
shutting doors,
of open-mindedness,
experiences and experiments.
Slamming you with poetry?
your majesty (your imagination),
how will I survive those brawny stares?
did I offend you?
I would offer you some tissue paper,
to wipe the sweaty ego,
gentle reminders:
'contribute to sustainable development.'
In a democratic country,
with a constitution,
apparently guaranteeing:
 “All citizens shall have the right to freedom of speech and expression."
I plead not guilty.
Period.

©songbriti

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