Larks of novelty

This is a kind of satirical work of mine. Deeply felt, I know how it feels when you actually try to be different. This is what this piece says.

 

Cluster up and witness the larks of novelty,

The lands of impostors, a ‘man’ has trespassed.

Now he shall be chastened, for he’s guilty,

And after all till yet, he hasn’t been surpassed.

 

But be placid, ponder, and show him your grace,

For he might be callous, but you know you aren’t.

With a mask like yours, veil his face,

And tell him without it, what all he can’t

 

The world knows he’s stubborn, but so are you,

Show the world that you can drag him down.

And by any chance, if you fail to do,

Then say that peaks of lunacy, you’ve found.

 

Behold! He knows himself, says this man!

On the rocks of conceit, as if you don’t.

He’ll do something phenomenal with his élan,

He says, but you know, that ever he won’t.

 

Quite well you know why he needs no hand,

For all by self, is built a fool’s paradise,

Like he came, quietly he’ll leave your land,

And you wait for the day when he turns wise.

 

Above all, you never forget these words,

For they’ll optimize you when things go worse.

No matter how high soar these birds,

By the end they belong to the same universe.

 

Neither the bottomless seas, nor the endless skies,

A few more impostors like you will judge.

And he’ll be the weirdest, the one who tries,

Before you, even the sun is destined to plunge.

 

Cluster up and witness the larks of novelty,

The lands of impostors, a ‘man’ has trespassed.

 

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