Way back,
Ways of life were really,a ritzy rap.
Everyone made a plain road map
In moving about,the right way.
Their movement had no tail behind,
To whip others,with a weird mind .
Broad minds made their broadways.
Time did on its way,regulate all events;
But time did not have its sway over life.
Meeting and parting were always natural,
Without freezing the ways of the formal front.
People came together,but hardly gathered
In a hideout website,or logged in a zoom meet.
Life was virtually human and vitally immune
To the intervention of infecting modules.
One way or the other,all ways were open
To those,who knew their ways of living.
But waywards could not grind to find a way,
Lifting benefits the wrong way,as takeaways.
Now most ways meander to be multi exits,
That always end up as entangling subways.
The old original ways are lured and waylaid,
By the distracting midway exits,that explore.
There are many leeways open to shrewd sense,
To choose the way to their topnotch destination.
Life is now a toll free highway,to drive fast forward,
Frowning away,the founding ways we had way back.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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