Tortoise not any more

Here, I go to live,
After the rain-drenched minds,  that
Stopped me with the story of 'the tortoise'.
They said: 'I am no more a tortoise'.
My blood was thick and cold,
After being booked for 'the break from the past story'.
A rabbit I am, innately,
Who was stupid and complacent.

Clamors made me deaf, while I warmed up;
Cheers pumped the adrenaline, to destroy the old-me;
Crackers showed the prologue of my story;
Unsettled me is about to amend.
Here, I go to live and let live.
 

Hope

When I went past the street of skepticism,
Leaving the lonesome pride behind that garbage of hopes,
I could sense the rushing blood inside me.
I did think of a heart attack, beyond the clasp of the age;
Glad to be alive among the mortals at the Cape of Good Hope. 

The descendants

I had a dream: of peaceful world,
Without the whirlwind of jets,
Sneezing around my neck,
Before the sun set of "quantum" world.

Deterrence, we call it, instead of sheer power,
When I  rub shoulder with enemy's foe,
Dragged my legs on negotiations.
Poignant speeches couldn't escape 'the correctness'  of its wisdom.

Values were neutral before the famous mushroom;
Devoured my boned and melted my dreams,
As it gone astray;
So far,  fictions deferred my hope.

They said: "We have done it for the mankind,
For us humans."
Still, none could eat that mushroom,
Since the reach was daunting.

Referred as neutral, it aroused the reasoned minds further.
Neither me nor you can hold it back,
To deter the descendants from asking question:
"Who  will eat the mushroom?"