Pristine Time Poem by Nirmal Kumar Mishra

Pristine Time



Lasted so long in my trove
Destiny shaping things up
Usurping divine blessings
Carping a tone for change
From formative times so callow
Swinging from paper to pixel
Gestures turning dismissive
Harking on old intrepidity
Waning pristine times
Sitting on vacuous hive
Profoundly unfit investor on love
I settle in depravity of gravity.

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