This happens everyday

I pick-up newspapers and collar them in
Skip what they call news or even views
To chart slogans and captions that win
Attentions of many to cart-off their blues!
Once this is done, it is time for fun
To see how atmanirbhar we are now
Or the ways devised for real poribortan
And everything else from Nifty to Dow.
This happens each day and is the ideal
Way to trek between really? and real.

We think we travel from here to there
What if there is here and here there?
And we, between what’s yours or mine
Believe all is fit and fine.

This daily show of in-between
In this stanza may be seen
We perform and yet play games
Of choosing memes and changing names
Of molting wants and smoldering needs
Scheming breeds and stealthy deeds
Of looking real and feeling true
Losing track of whom or who
Spending less and more or less
Of making mess and faking mess
Or hope that now this day will fade
And all things right will be made.

I know not where the spark is born
Or when the blaze will torment all
But if you wish you’ll hear time warn
Of the force that we call fall!

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Based on the prompt: Illusion (Sunita Singh)
#TSLNaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge for April 2021

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Arvind Passey
07 April 2021