What If The World Were Mine? Poem by Roshan K R

What if the world were mine?

Of acropolis, cathedra: the world of adornments.
Of saboteurs of humanness: the world of cliques.
Of cupidity: the world of punctilios.
What if the world were mine?
What if the world were mine?

Every frame's stricken, every anima antsy,
Every facet piqued, every disposition crestfallen,
Is this the world or the realm of Mephitic
What if the world were mine?

Where a bauble is the éclat
Where ghettos or coliseum of squalor
Where amort is raffish than quiddity
What if the world were mine?


Where the juvenescence is bedraggled
Where the pubescence is ballyhooed
Where adoration is transacted
What if the world were mine?

Where personage is nonentity:
Constancy a cliché, rapport a déclassé
Where substance of caritas is nulled
What if the world were mine?

Enkindle this world, extirpate this world
Enkindle it. Enkindle it
Enkindle this world, extirpate this world
Expunge this world from out of my descry
This world's yours, colonnade it.
What if the world were mine?