These are
the shortest of route to the top
From here
all efforts looks easy and futile
There are
sights of glitter pointing to direction of Hope Boulevard without going
anywhere
The Main
Street of Manipulation is crisscrossed by gilded Rue de Good-natured
Pretensions
The gravel
filled rarely used Humanity backstreet evokes nostalgia but is a dead end
Honesty Highway
is accident prone while Integrity Avenue is full of potholes
Ethics
Superfast Lane go round and round in bigger and bigger Semantic circles
confounding
even the best intentions
There are
half hearted attempts to carve out Path of Fact and semblance of dimly lit Truth
tunnels
but the
stunning beacons from Moral High Ground makes it all redundant
Meanwhile
hidden in the background an escalator that zooms right up to the top of Moral
High Ground
Seats specifically
reserved for Quid pro quos, Camaraderie, Hypocrisy and Chicanery
Religion has
a special mention in the Moral High Grounds and utterance taken with much
significance and totality
While the
species that emerge from regressive confluence of Democracy, Market and
Tradition take elevated position contemplating the future for unfortunate dwellers
in the plains
They
showcase best of behaviour for mass consumption but in private snarl and cannibalise
each other at slightest of provocation
No breach seems
to effect or impact their cosy settlement in Moral High Grounds
They
consider themselves as specially blessed goodness, and
in their
exaggerated estimate hold firmly in skills of flying like bird.
You could
see them flapping their arms as if readying for flying,
leaving fine
final footprints on the precarious edges of Moral High Grounds.
(Ofcourse
inspired! Once you read Syzymborska it starts to itch. Few days back I read ‘Utopia’)
