Sunny Chopra

(30th January / India)

Deja Vue


Often talked of in bygone
a feel is being returned

Opponents honing rapiers
for tables thence turned

All those inconsequential
to milieu were consigned

Now standing vanguards
as redeemers combined

With shallow the intellect
they are unable to gauge

What’s deemed as finale
is an interval of the stage

No wraths being foretold
or kind of suggestive cure

It’s all a tested foresight
and honed skills mature

Position may seem feeble
but dilution persists strong

Future would record a saga
of right and that was wrong

Submitted: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
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