The Modest Alley: From Oracle to Debacle

                                   

As the alpha booms, 
with twilight of hue;
waking up the null ,
with delight of view;
progress of a phase that
packed the psyche in you with
parcel pith and pad that

adds the dye in you.

Few rising up in plots,

tweaking up the lump,

striving on with grit

and waiting for a cause.

Few making up a clue and

forging up in queue;

building up in snow,

and warming up in heat.

Few treading with the tides

few tracking on with gloat

few swanking on with selfdom

and few hiding off the foul.

few scandal up the thoughts

few sowing up wild oats

Few glowing with the forte

and few losing up that pack

Thereby goes his life in 

debacle and oracle,

waiting for that ebb with
awe as long we do.
Still knowing with the hour
unknowing with the phase
As all clouds have a golden line
burning till we veil
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