Mistful Magnitudes Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Opening instantly to streets isn't solution
Mobilization it could be, but tis quite misty
Solution seeks a little sublime thought
It doesn't work out this nakedly, man
It does, before all, require refinement
Which isn't grown in from gushed grays
Which comes but from compact kindness
It doesn't in any way come from conquering it
That the men of today are stubborn to do here
Eastern leftists roast it all; they hypnotize
The rightists too do nothing except opposing
Extremist wing vs the extreme unbuttoneds
Like an scripted episode is out for rosey rating
Women like art pieces come lavishly exhibited
This isn't accomplishment; it's inordinate
Both the artist and the art seem separable
Modesty mumbles through brimmed breathes
But the whole discipline just fakes the dance
Transformation sounds terrific; tension ties it
Manifestos smile through thighs; tis been trend
Tender tones (real suppresseds)go untouched
The activist elites just run after their own taste!