I know you can't handle my epiphany,
That's full of strong and blissful hurricane,
Beware that I'm never your symphony.
Over the mortal rhythm of agony,
Theurgic evanescence will drive me sane,
Nevertheless you can get this symphony.
Upon glittering joys of earthy acrimony,
Crippling failures with justice are my sugarcane,
I'm sure you won't handle this epiphany.
Over the infuriating feinting hegemony,
Fameless service gets me the exultant rain,
So the usual you can't hail this euphony.
Over the rewards of codologic felony,
Love that gifts tortuous yet truthful stain,
Is my treasured bitter sweet cacophony.
These ever lit facts veiled by ebony,
Can never ignite your diverted dumb brain,
Trickery and flickery mildews are your epiphany,
My preachings can never be your testimony.
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Here in each trio I try to emphasize some deep thoughts that life had made me witness to gain a true insight.
Here's the THEME :
So a person with different ideologies is speaking to his friend who thinks nothing new and goes behind fame even if it means killing his conscience.
As you would have guessed it's a villanelle.
Hope these thoughts let you introspect yourself.
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With love,
Yaris🔆