Mock Epic: The Odyssey Of The Verified Badge Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Algorithm, fickle god of screens,
Of heroes forged in pixels, likes, and light,
Who sought not dragons, crowns, or distant shores,
But viral glory in the scrolling sea.
At dawn the Hero rose, phone in trembling hand,
His face half-lit by holy blue-white glow.
He checked the Signs: the Likes had grown by three;
The Followers advanced—slow, yet divine.
Hope swelled like sails before a promised wind.
He posed. O sacred Pose! —chin angled just,
Smile casual, rehearsed a thousand times.
Behind him chaos reigned—unwashed plates, noise—
But none must stain the frame of destined fame.
The Caption came, a riddle deep and vague,
Designed to seem profound and widely shared.
He posted. Then began the Trial of Wait.
Minutes stretched longer than heroic years.
Refresh was struck like shield on stubborn shield;
The heart leapt up, then sank with every pause.
At last—a Comment! "🔥🔥" the oracle cried.
The Hero wept, acknowledged by the gods.
Rivals arose, armed with filters sharp,
With dances new and pranks of reckless sort.
They surged ahead on trending, cursed and bright,
While he fell back, a footnote in the feed.
Envy gnawed harder than a lion's tooth;
He studied them like maps of enemy land.
Then fortune turned. A Post—unplanned, absurd—
A spilled cup, a stumble caught on film—
Ascended swift the mountain of the Net.
The Shares multiplied like mythic beasts.
The Badge appeared—blue sigil of the brave.
Friends hailed him "Legend." Strangers knew his name.
Yet night arrived. The Feed moved on once more.
New heroes rose; old triumphs dimmed to dust.
The phone lay dark; the room resumed its shape.
So ends the epic of the glowing screen:
Brief is the reign of likes and passing fame,
For glory scrolls—and never looks back twice.