Sandwich

Holding high the flag of super Generation,

We primly breed formidable foundation.

Figuring in the vibrant modern Nation,

Born and raised..We all, in stock relation.

Plopped confidence upholds fair formation

Surely get blamed for virtual construction.

Young minds do strive hard for conclusion,

Forcefully get sandwiched in frustration.

Two obtused slices of bread..

With solid stuff...cheese, salad...

Filling spicy cream..semi-liquid

A bacon, tomato..and lettuce-d

Peanut butter jelly..overflowed.

What do you call ..O' onlookers,

An American sandwich..!

A bookmaker sandwich...!

Broadway or buffet sandwich..!

A conventional sandwich..!

Double decker sandwich...!

Fancy... Falafel or French..!

Or a victoria sandwich...!!!

Cramped they all in too narrow space.

By something or by somebody vexingly..

Nation, state, district, town or in village.

Rulers, officials, the society or by parents..

Forefathers,me...you unveil the sensation.

2-G.....passed on having no live direction.

3-G.....the bubbling baby boomers.

4-G.....the poked online time spenders.

If you desire to quash the mere temptation

Gratify, O' child and seek unique salvation.

© Sunil Pandit, Pune.