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seed of discord

The seed of discord

There had been promises

Made during change of batons

But a chameleon never change its skin

Only its color


The maladroit steps of a toddler

Awkward gambles of a child

Is inchoate progress

Just as change in size

Is not true growth


The farmer sowed seed of discord

We didn’t see it then

Until death

Revealed his flagitious quiddity


And in polymorphs

The pachyderm, seed of ambiguity

Metamorphosed into a toothless dog

Without a modicum of wisdom

Too shy to bark


Stalling all progress

Stilling all voices

Paving way for demise