Musing 110 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

What if the world runs reverse
By the generations unaccountable?
Those deemed responsible appeared earth shaking
Those seemed sense closure are hard as stones
No new order corroborates the rationale of power
New creations are jobs terrible to ignite fire on water.
People aged cling upon the mangled hopes
Of timely appearance of dignified constellation of sages
To retrieve the golden times withered in the sky
Which seems highly speculative as the mirror unfaithful
Capturing the mages of uncanny degeneration.