Introspection

 “ Are we nothing more than a recycled tragedy”

This was the poem prompt , I had to write on . What made me really ponder was , is it apt!

Isn’t this close to the pattern of life. Generations and decades and centuries ago , are being recycled into a tragic better living.

It’s so ironical when the Pandemic broke out , we were comparing it to a flu in 1920.

Then surprisingly as more data was unearthed . Some more epidemics had struck out in 1720,1820, so on and so forth.

Then people who had some experience of then started sharing some information. Isn’t it interesting to note that are being processed a little better to handle a periodic cycle!

Is it that we are re -inventing ourselves better in the centuries which follow . Brand new mechanisms to handle pathos and satire better . 

If you go back to the Renaissance and the Literary Renaissance, which was brought about Shaw and Shakespeare. They wrote on the Society’s doings in various Satires. Don’t the writers and poets of the present Era do the same ! Then how are we different!

Do we evolve just to handle it better to a brand new mould.

It’s a thought to Ponder 🤔 

Good Morning Beautiful souls . Stay blessed. Stay safe.