Ode to the Important and the Compulsory

2 little orbs
and the faint print of a nose
pressed against the frosted glass
his little sobs
behold his friends who chose
to play in the rain, coming home from class
Even as he turns back
at the clarion call
of the Important and the Compulsory

Hand in Hand
they walk on the lonely road
in the moonless night, the yellow arcades
Quicksand.
A sliver of pain , a prick so cold
pierces his heart as he draws back the shades
Blinding out the scene
at the behest of the effervescent call
Of the Important and the Compulsory

Reflections
Distant memories of
lazy afternoons , curled up with a book
Daily fixations
in an era long lost
that melted away at a single look,
One of the many
sacrifices at the altar
Of the Important and the Compulsory