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THE EVIL GAP

Constancy of the gap bemoan'd ever
continues yet..,
The seniors trudge the rough side way - all being
dry, desperate --
The wise can't walk the pace the young do with
frantic headway,
As the hedonists are running blind on the
sunny broad way..
The mentors lagging, who will guide the blind
along straightway
Now they have left tenets and tools behind
and far away ??

 There is a quirk of wrong-footing;
There are perils of over boarding;
They run the risk of waylaying;
Yet, the gold-chasers are running
As the laggards are stump'd staring
At baleful events occurring..!

 With a sense of separation, they feel
the most ignoble;
With a sense of bonding, they feel
the most responsible..
Who else will accomplish their dreams,
and keep their promises ?
Who will complete the tasks, and
compensate for the losses ?

 Impulses like torrent run through our youths -
vigour and grit onrush;
But, has ever a freedom sans the wings
of wisdom flown glorious ?

 Alas ! The gap yet wide increases on -
stronger on - as to snap
The pull the ground holds on, to burst the future
into the savage trap !!!
                                
                                              -- N P Samal

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