Similar to how leaves scatter in autumn only to sprout once more, the ‘ideal’ standards of life are uprooted periodically to enable the “progression” of mankind. However, not everyone is open towards this inevitable cycle of change. As many cling onto certain “traditions” which are relatively obsolete and refuse modernity. On the other hand, many quickly forsake the valuable virtues bestowed upon them by their forefathers simply to appear more “modern” or “progressive”. One question remains to be asked : Will such extreme approaches to modernity truly lead us anywhere?
Threads woven with time’s gold; Illustrations of a luminous story told Where eyes are pried Off the road ahead Feet rooted in the mud A fallacy of prosperity floods The mind’s eye with a periodical rift Down the ladder they drift “Preservation” they brand A label etched onto society’s croocked dam Antique wings take their flight Aged feathers shed to ease the plight Young fragile remains decay Off course the wings stray The confluence of eras ebbs and flows Inexorably, it refuses to grow With trails torn in extremes Prosperity drifts down stream---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Material should not be published in another periodical before at least one year has elapsed since publication in Whispering Dialogue. *أن لا يكون النص قد تم نشره في أي صحيفة أو موقع أليكتروني على الأقل (لمدة سنة) من تاريخ النشر. *All content © 2021 Whispering Dialogue or respective authors and publishers, and may not be used elsewhere without written permission. جميع الحقوق محفوظة للناشر الرسمي لدورية (هَمْس الحِوار) Whispering Dialogue ولا يجوز إعادة النشر في أيّة دورية أخرى دون أخذ الإذن من الناشر مع الشكر الجزيل
